Blue Spirit eyes wide
While not really answering directly the topic(s) Blue Spirit wanted to engage, here is the beginning of an indirect answer.
A couple of years ago, while I was on a baseball field coaching a T Ball (junior baseball) team. My baby dog was driving with my daughter down the street by the baseball field. The dog was asleep. The daughter was not aware that I was on that field. The dog woke up from a sound sleep, and looked directly over to where I was. Once past, he went back to sleep.
In the mid 60s I met a friend at a rock concert. We hadn't noticed one another before in this life time. But on this one particular day, our eyes met, and we just looked at one another for minutes before either of us talked. We've been friends ever since. After that, we found that we only lived blocks away. We would sit and look at one another for hours several days a week. We did that for a couple of years. Later, we found Scientology, and became auditors.
When I move to a new area, I explore it, and own it in a short time. When I was doing Scientology in the 60s and 70s, I knew my way around LA, both the neighborhoods the orgs were in, but also the Valley, Carvels' Ice Cream, The LA County Museum of Art, Simi Valley rock climbing, Santa Monica, Westwood, Venice, etc.
Our youngest daughter, when she was a teen, was living at the Oakwood on Barham in Toluca Lake across from Universal Studios. Her cat, one night, in the middle of the night, woke her up and kept going to the window. She looked out the window, and there in the parking lot was someone trying to break into her Explorer. She called security and they nabbed the rapscallion.
I had a course that I ran (taught would not be accurate) once. I had people look at one another silently, sharing space. When something came between the two people, one was to ask, "What happened?" "What's happening?" "What 's that?" etc. One of the students had been in the Co$ for ten years, had donated $60K, and was a grade 0 release. He thought he would never get to clear in this lifetime. He went Clear on this process. He now works at Alan's ranch as a processor (among other things)
What do all these wee tales have in common?
This is an essay question. Points will be deducted for poor spelling, bad grammar, and inadequate comprehension. Extra points for brevity.You may go out and play when you are done.
Lakey, Please keep your eyes on your own paper.
) but celebrating that you not only survived it but went on and thrived! I think the cocoon-butterfly analogy is very apt and useful for people to get a mental picture of something outside of and beyond their view of reality. I hope it helps people. I have not copyrighted it, so disseminate at will!
