I Thought I Was Being Derailed!

So...

I'm trying to 'get something' out of them, see.

For you. For all of you who persevere and read in here.

I'm trying to get something exciting!

Today's world is so damned boring.

Yes yes sure, Zelenskyyyiiyii-ii - a good thick Tomahawk steak would be great for your people in Kyiiiieeev.

V16 Cadillac Hartmann.
When people were much
more interesting.

And I'm sure if we all went to see the Donald and asked him for a Tomahawk because we can't afford one they're so darn expensive, he would give us a slice or two. As for you son, you can't afford 'em either. But he ain't gonna give you one, or several like you want - just so that you can go kill some Ruskies with your Tomahawk and then start WWIII again (it's been on for a while already of course).

Frankly, who cares 'what the merits are' or who is 'right' and who is the purely vicious bastard intent just on killing for killing's sake.

None of these matters can be solved - at least not by humans on their own.

They haven't been solved for thousands and thousands of years - what makes now any different?

It takes a really special kind of lunacy to think the world of humans today is interesting.

So I'm trying to get 'these people upstairs' to come across with something really exciting for you... Unlike Kory I don't tend to see a lot of 'Orbs' just on my asking for them. 

Oh no. I'm afraid we're a lot further up the road from that.

And what do I get?

I get a 'personal trainer' basically harassing me to get (more) into shape (than I already am).

I get a wash-board tuned young kid (maybe twenty-three? Looks like that anyway) showing off their mid-section to me...

Also red.
Also amazing design.

Meanwhile I'm just asking quite nicely, please can I have something?!

Answer: 'No, not until you go out for another run and a work-out.'

So I go. Alone.

And all the way I'm thinking 'if only I could just grab hold of a line to their thought-field; get a hold of something tangible that anybody can understand and follow that provides the feelings of what it is like to be living in a genuinely higher reality than what the human race is familiar with today?' ...Multi-sensory, multi-layered, complex, intelligent, meaningful, satisfying, satiating.

I mean something completely simple too, not involving all of this seven spinning circles stuff that no one can do when they are tired out after a day's work in the material world. If you just go to sleep and get some sleep like y'all need, probably, but you have already opened your mind up to impression fields and those sorts of feelings-endowed realities - all you will do is have dreams from the overflow energy effect of the pretty average thoughts that most of the people around you generally have and carry with them all of the time.

It's dull, drab -, essentially, boring. The meaning in it all is very meager.

I get back inside, it's been raining out, the road was wet.

The next door neighbor knocks on the door just after I take my running shoes off. 

'Have you had this?'

'What is it?'

'My cousin brought me some jars and some tins from Tasmania. You have to try it and tell me what you think. Are there drugs in it or something?'

What's inside is utterly ludicrous.
There is nothing like it on the 
planet.

So anyway next two hours I'm going back again and again to this tall glass jar, see, because I'm tryna convince myself about what I thought I was tasting the first time, and then the next time, et cetera.

White bread spread with butter, then lightly-toasted bread and also the last remaining pikelet I had, all slathered in thick melty butter... ...and Tasmanian Leatherwood Honey.

And then just a spoon...

And my mind is saying to me, this is what the Elves are living in: this is the field. This is the quality of their normal sensations of living.

The bottle designs are terrible, the export tins not much better at all - very old-fashioned 'Australiana' motifs.

This is not the best honey in the world. No no - this is a lot better than that.

This is for stupid materialistic and Earth-bound people, with no sophistication and zero patience, who want the feelings of being around Elves and so-on. People like me I guess.

Just understand this though - you don't get a wash-board stomach just by living off flowers and honey.

But you can start to get the equivalent 'washboard-tight' mind by experiencing honey of the kind that probably that guy in the desert one time, lived on. I have my doubts about the 'locusts' part of that story. The honey part though, is definitely not a fairy-tale.

Well, it is a fairy-tale, except it's a real one.

I have and will have a jar (or a tin) now, and I will do all the time. I will be able to convey the meaningful life of Elves and Fairies (and bees) to anyone, if I choose to. 

And I thought I was being derailed: