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The bonfire deal went well. I had raked the fallen leaves in an open spot to create a twelve foot circle to keep the fire from spreading, then I took wood from the brush heap and piled a fair amount of limbs on top of the pile of raked leaves to have a decent fire.
If I felt like I had satisfied the ritual with the small stack of wood I would burn that and stop, but if I wanted to keep the fire burning I could get more wood from the original pile and keep the fire going until that pile was gone.
My youngest brother and his wife, and my friend Rainey came over, and we lit the fire and kept it going until nearly all the wood in the first pile was gone, and then we started picking up other limbs and fallen branches. I guess we stood and sat around that fire for at least two hours. A pleasant time was had by all.
A bottle of vodka flavored with coconut was passed around at the time of the solstice. It happened at 6:38 p.m. EST. It's not like we drank like sailors on leave. A sip. A taste. A swig. It sure wasn't enough booze to cause this stuffy headache I'm coping with this morning. I felt the same way yesterday morning. It's like I have a cold or perhaps the flu, but the stuffy head is the only symptom of it.
My rheumatoid arthritis is acting up, and while the prescribed medicine I'm taking does help a lot, the knuckle of my index fingers on both hands are still painful. If I accidentally tap the knuckles against a hard surface it produces excruciating pain. I don't think I played the scales yesterday on my digital piano or took the walk with my brother last night because of the solstice celebration. I'll do those things today for sure.
It's been acting like winter for about a month now. It got cold and has stayed cold. It's gotta be encouraging to realize that the daylight will last a little longer each day for the next six months. I guess it's due to the fact that we started winter before the solstice that I have paid attention to how much further south the sun rises at this time of the year. It rises low and never gets close to the midheaven during the time of the long nights.
I'm still thinking about building a fractal TV antenna just to see how it works. Another reason I wanna do it is to get the idea of fractal geometry in my imagination mo' bettah. It's like the memristor that completes electric theory, both technologies had to wait for the invention of the computer to come along.
For Benoit Mandelbrot to come up with a formula that the rest of the world could check out to get the stamp of approval of the greater whole he needed the computer to do all the cumbersome iterations that takes too long for one man or even a fairly large group of men to do by hand.
When Chu did the mathematics to prove that the theory of electricity up until his time was not complete he didn't really expect anybody to create a physical prototype in order to patent it. Williams of HP Labs did. It seems apparent now that since the memristor behavior only happens on the nanometer level there, like with Mandelbrot, there was no way to prove it was real until the technology caught up enough to make it so.
My theory about initiating lucid dreaming by treating what I am consciously aware of as if operating my computer is not going to be that difficult to do. I figured my problem would be to remember to give it a whirl in real-time. It was not a problem this morning.
I lay in my bed early this morning needing to go to the bathroom to relieve myself, but not wanting to get out from under my warm bedcovers that includes an electric blanket. Finally I got up and made a mad dash to the bathroom to get my business done, and flew back to my bed.
The fact that I enjoy laying under the warm covers just for the luxury of it became apparent to me yesterday. I seem to delay going back to sleep for a while just for the sole purpose of enjoying my warm bed. It was during that period, just before I lost consciousness to sleep, that I remembered to find out if I could double-click on my dream objects to find out if I could initiate and notice any change. I could, but I didn't.
There is a good chance I will find it easy to remember to practice treating the dreamtime as it was a computer desktop and manipulate the dream sequence like surfing the internet. What I don't know yet is whether I can elicit a desired response deliberately. This could be a waste of time, but time is all I got.
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I do not attempt to tell the God's own truth here because I don't know what the truth is or hardly ever. I try to capture the drifting thoughts that randomly appear in my imagination for reasons I may not understand. I don't know if the content I capture with these words is true or false. The Comments settings are turned off to prevent me from having to defend what amounts to little more than fanciful, sometime crude speculation. Great moments in our lives never return.
