I met an interesting teacher at the yoga studio tonight. I was surprised she knew my name in a class of 30 people, though I will admit that the sequin shorts and respirator mask really work with the disco-lit electric night vibe of the studio – the black light turning my top the same neon green as the stars on the ceiling.
Makes me think of that whole “party at the end of the world” vibe of all my fav post-apocalyptic flicks (this is one of my favorite themes, I will admit) like the Rhianna video – Fell in love (in a hopeless place).. SO GOOD.
Feelin’ like Tank Girl, and looking like sparkle-fire in my modern-day-apocalypse-wear. The people practicing next to me better WATCH OUT and be keepin’ an eye on my water levels – [Don’t let that girl get thirsty!!] I might have to stab them with my rehydration device and water sucking machine!!–
They recommend that everybody show up to class extremely well hydrated. Perfect.
I ain’t doin it unless I’m doin it in style.
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The instructor talked about the importance of grounding and nurturing ourselves – that flying around in outer space takes a lot of energy. We stretched our wings. “Bend down, write it down” she said. So I am doing it now – writing it down.
Following the cues – (SIDENOTE) – that is how I did it before – when time, and the universe opened up for me… “just follow the messages – they are leading you, it’s not time for sleep yet, you have one more thing to do” and I trusted, followed, acted out what was requested of me… and somehow it worked.
And then I got real tired. The world on fire, imbeciles in office, quarantine… the things we know, the things we don’t… I feel my eyelids getting heavy just thinking about all of it, but I refuse to surrender to that kind of death.
I am back now.
Gettin’ down with the party bootcamp. Sparkle Neely Sparkle.
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It is interesting to see the psychic threads that somehow seem to connect us, thoughts reflected externally, unconscious questions answered in ways you wouldn’t expect.
It had been earlier today that I and a friend were talking about the nature of DNA and RNA… I was curious If there could be any potential for mutation – could the RNA ever change the code of DNA?- since it was essentially “rewriting code” in our bodies… just not the super deep code.
What if something were to go wrong? Could there be a cure?
That conversation came to my mind in yoga class just moments before the instructor introduced 2 new poses that I’ve never tried before – The DNA, and the frog-press…
“Let your legs paint the double helix spirals that symbolize the natural rhythm of the universe – your innate coding, the core of your being. Let yourself tune into your innermost senses. The frog has the power to travel between the worlds of land and water – bend down to the banks of the river to heal and transform like the frog, let yourself be renewed by the waters of peace and abundance.”
“You are here to heal, you are here to learn, you are here to share. Remember you are all eternal beings, playing out a human existence here on earth. This is your moment in history.
…Now come back into your body, back into the room, you are safe. You can open your eyes when you are ready.”
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I thanked her for the class, and though we are not supposed to have contact during these times of unprecedented death-tolls and all that dark noir stuff – I saw her hands reach out a little in my direction with a hopeful maybe, and I instinctively grabbed them and held them while expressing my appreciation.
I couldn’t believe the relief I felt in my body when she didn’t pull away, or even flinch in the slightest – a stranger, holding my hands. I could see she was relieved too, we had been able to receive the subtle messages, the psychic head nod giving the OK.
Is this what this is supposed to look like? To feel like? Separation from those you are closest to, from those you might meet, from those you might love?- Sending Y N signals with our eyes to break through the invisible, authoritarian barrier of a greetings touch?
And now they are saying this is an endemic. Who decided that? I mean Covid has created our world’s #1 leading industry. Fucking 1984, you always come back to haunt me. So what, this is just life now?
It won’t take long for people to forget what life was before all of this, for the world to settle into the “new normal” – of isolation, boredom, and anxiety amid a world of perpetual chaos and revolving political jump scares.
It’s this kind of shit that makes me glad I’ve been studying time travel, feeling like the way out of this is not gonna be one that we necessarily consider probable, likely, or within reason. Well ya know what, looks like we’re fighting dirty so the rules need not apply.
Gear up the improbability drive baybeee.
