The Sound of One Clapping Hand

 I have experienced this sound, or lack thereof, several times, but of course, its always coursing through me, whether conscious or unconscious, along with everything else or nothing, for eternity.

Several Time 1:  In the forest.  There is no past present or future.  Its beyond all that.  Even beyond sounds.  What is the sound of everything, everywhere all at once? 

Several Time 2:  When I'm in that circle again.  Of course, I'm always in the circle again,  Day/Night/Awake/Asleep, rinse and repeat.  When I'm on entheogens, its as if every activity, person, life event I've ever had only existed in this space, and this space was completely empty and leads right back to here inescapably.  Like everything we have ever done, thought or experienced is so much buzzing and the wings of a bee vibrating until they don't anymore.  The silence that terrifies me.

Let me Handle This

I had a long dream involving JpMcG.  All sorts of adventures.  Seemed like it lasted forever.  He also was with a woman who I have never yet met in this reality.  At some point,  I was with the woman.  And sort of casually, without thinking too much about it, I quip, "What's going on here, because we both know JpMcG is dead."   I'm not sure where those words came from, they kind of came out all before I had too much time to think about it. And of course, in this reality, the reality of me typing this right now, JpMcG is dead, and has been dead for over a decade now.

And then the woman looked at me and said, "I know, but let me handle this."  I'm not sure where JpMcG was at that moment, but I had the feeling that she would now go to him and reveal this to him.  Of course, maybe she was soothing me.  I don't know.  But it sure sounded like she didn't want me to tell him because she had something to take care of.  But I could be wrong.

And I was thinking that if you came from some other planet, and looked at what was going on with humans tabula rasa, with a blank slate, so to speak, it seems that humans, or at least humans with a so called "rational" indocrination induced from a mostly European ancestry, that the bright light and rigid dicotomy between sleep and waking life (one being "real" the one being a "dream") seems a little too rigid.  And I imagine a reality where what we think of as being "alive" and "awake" and "asleep" or "dead" might be a little too neat.  And the energy or awareness of each sort of bleed into each other without falling into neat categorical separations and distinctions.  

I was talking about all of this in the so called "Blackout Wednesday" with Bill and Wendy at the "Bird" Tavern.  And a woman walks by that could have been JpMcG's woman in the so called dream.  To which, I'm sure you are thinking, "I know, but let me handle this". :-).  😃