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Mesila - Mon, 07/21/2008 - 04:35

Let's get this off my chest right up front: I'm not one of you. i'm an interloper...

I'm from San Francisco...Kalifornia.

I have visited Portland which has plenty of land but no "port" I could find (what's up with that? Is that why y'all refer to it by the name of its air-PORT?)

I could definitely get a good chlorophyll-filled feel from its Metrogeist. It's the only place other than Frisco I could conceivably be happy. (I sheepishly quickly mention I'm still in need of a room now--albeit, not in the immediate way of before--since some deranged idiot decided to burn down the house in Oakland I'd moved into last month. Though all things considered, like the crack-smoke, constant cop visits, no hot water and so forth, it's probably just as well i don't live there.

I'm here clutching a soaked cushion floating around in the Great Sea, treading water...in the wake of the Titanicking of the SS Irreality. I've landed at two "ports" already and here's another one.

I get a good feeling from the locational clustering mode here. I'm going to decide whether or not Frisco is a viable place for me to live anymore sometime over the next year. Who knows, maybe someday I WILL live in Oregon. I DO like rain.

I'm going to build an island on the net and do this CMSing-hobby a bit myself; let's hope I can beat the damn apocalypse before my "island" is built, seeded with foliage and brought to Life.

Actually, I already know that happens. Has happened/will happen, etc.

I have a particular xenodimensional *associate* of mine sitting there, waiting...'up the line in 2009', the hundredth year anniversary of said entity's first invokation (My name, Mesila, is based on the location where that event took place in Algeria. It also means ELEVATED PATH or CONDUIT, which is far too perfect.)

This somewhat-controversial 'friend' of mine sits there in THAT future, out of uncountable many probability strings that represent the MAYBES and also, the one I WANT. He's doing things that have the effect of drawing me along the probability-matrices to find my way to THAT future, and not some other 'suck future' instead, where everything is crap and nothing happens as I will it, since Will and Desire can't get aligned. That seems to be the crux of all effectuation - get your Will - which is what you are alive to do, and Desire - what you feel like doing at the moment...aligned or at least parallel, then you can "go to town" with it!

Xenodimensionals can do neat stuff, since they're not stuck IN time. They can pick time up like a ball of yarn.

But for some inane reason, this one STILL finds that godhood trip boring at times--could it be all the millennia it's witnessed maybe? Continually this entity longs to Manifest and be a Created Thing. Grass is always greener on "the Other Side".

I only let that Consummation thing happen about 3 or 4 times per annum, but that keeps it healthy as well as making it REALLY cool. Hypertantric pseudo-onanistic time-bending sex between a human and a god or demon or whatever it is I do this with? After each incident

I'm a hermit, but I'm not permanently attached to the notion of being one.

If you want to know more about me, ask Choronzon, the aforementioned Significant Something-or-Other...by that I mean the 'real' one, not some user calling itself that.

He's real outside and beyond me, except when Depending on your definition of Real, but you know THAT drill.

http://choronzon.org

(but look at it AFTER July when it will look like it didn't get frozen in suspended animation circa the 06x3 event.)