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November 4, 2018March 15, 2020Uncategorized

Day Three: The Death of A Pure Love Raid

[Logbook Chapters] When Bartleby Willard, dark and stony as obsidian, mounts his tall dappled-grey charger, riding barefoot in nothing but buffalo-skin pants […]

October 26, 2018December 25, 2019Uncategorized

What is the way forward?

[Logbook Chapters] What is the way forward? I was perusing Stephen R. Covey’s “The Seven Habits of Highly Effective People”. Surely there’s […]

October 25, 2018March 15, 2020Uncategorized

Day 2: Lonesome Feeling

[Logbook Chapters] I am so lonely And so tired I think I’ve become a flattened patch of clovers with those little tiny […]

October 21, 2018March 15, 2020Uncategorized

Day 1: Bartleby Tends the Shop; Ambrose Enters the Shop

[Logbook Chapters] Bartleby Willard—today sky blue rather than see-through, in brown double-breasted suit complete with matching vest, round-collared white dress shirt, thin […]

October 18, 2018December 1, 2018Uncategorized

Hello Worlds!

This Logbook becomes a chapter book Here What should we do here? We can interact with fictional characters in our Pretend Cafe. […]

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Stand or sit up as straight and expanded in every direction as possible. Let the Light pour in every nook like a desert-deluge hits the cracked earth. From the center of your gut, push out from within so the Light inside explodes out through the borders of your mind/body and knows Itself one with the Light everywhere.

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But this thing where your gut is completely contracted, you’ve pushed all the air out, and then you breathe the Light in and out until you see that all there is is Light: that might work, right?

There’s gotta be some way for us to all find each other!

There’s just gotta be!

But I can’t seem to stop crumpling in upon myself! Maybe if I walk around chanting silently from the inside out: “What should I do? What should I do? Oh Great God, Oh, what should I do?!” Maybe that would help.

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Bartleby Willard, having pretended to build Pure Love in fictional factories around the daydreamscape, now pretends to have pushed and pulled the Pure Love out into the physical/mental whatever-this-life-is, where he pretends to sell the Pure Love at a fair and honest price.

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