It's All About the Moon

It’s all about the moon and the waves. It’s all about Johnny and Dave. It’s Mr. Mestopheles and Socrates pleading to the summer fleas to leave them alone. It’s the death of a horse. It’s the life of a life. It’s Mary and Joseph talking about the good old days. It’s Jesus and Buddha laughing their socks off. It’s Ra going Ra Ra Ra.

It’s all about convergence and ascendence. It’s all about learning how to fly.

I had a dream a week or two ago that I was spending a day at a university to decide if I wanted to go there. It was a school for psychic skills. Telepathy, telekinesis, channeling, that sort of thing. The first class I went to was taught by Uri Geller. He bent a spoon for us. On the way to my next class I walked through a series of indoor and outdoor environments. The outdoors were sunny and wonderful, with students relaxing and practicing their skills. The enclosures were adorned all over with pictures, mirrors, decorations. Everything was for sale. There would always be plenty more creations waiting to fill the space. They preferred to pass things along and get value for them, than cling to them and win the contest for most dust on their paintings. I distinctly remember noticing a trinket, sitting on a small pedestal only a few feet off the ground. There was something important about it. I felt a strong energetic connection to it. That’s the last thing I remember before I woke up.

Take out the trash, and the ice skating is smooth. Drink enough water and you’ll never have to worry about ice.

Arthur was a disaffected Briton. Arthur was an elephant moseying for grass. Arthur was a tournament chess player and boy finance understander. I wonder where he is now.

It’s been a long and winding road. It’s been an arrow straight shot to where we’ve been headed all along. It’s Elves vs. Goblins. It’s the climbing of the rainbow. It’s the blast into the sky.

I had a dream last night that we were on the beach, and all of a sudden there were sharks. I got away, but one guy got a nasty bite from a big shark on his leg. I wasn’t sure if he survived, but I think he did.

Be a good neighbor and you'll be a good satellite. Be a good nay-boar and yulb eea good sat (urn) light. I'm too fast to explain it all, but it's all about the moon.