Note @ California

It wasn’t the blast that started it all.  It was the steady trickle of water from the creek.  Over time,  the trickle turned to steady,  and then it turned to thunder.

The hiss between the gilted caverns about a quarter inch wide howled when clouds formed and lightning hit.  It was like pressing Play to listen it out.

Bowls of water filled and over filled and saturated the Earth for more and more and more.

I ran along the Trepidation lands and found camp.



In different ways we take notes.

We listen,  observe and try to offer assistance when you know it’s the right way of doing things.  Or maybe it’s not the right way of doing things
3+6= 9 but so does
4+5. And

It takes an army to become a 9.

But with a little help,  it might become one.

So we walk this world to become a 9 as 1.

The drawbacks of unobtainable perfection is that the Adding game stops just short of where one wants it. Because one will always want more.


Note from

Here, we confront a new paradox.

There was writing on the walls.  Post-its and message boards and maps. A poster of the muscle groups and scales for techniques.

There was a howl there before. There was a shell over the ears,  so it amplified and took on a life of its own.

It was loud in there.  The waves of the air that grab a soul’s scent and it whispers back.

It knows the energy. The environment. 
It knows the air.. 
It knows the air I breathe..