Wow.

Rig Veda on audio, and lettting my fighers type my words.
The world feels right, and me good on my way.
The war is won.
The spaces set.
Words become acts, acts become history.
And my stone-form becomes aparent.

South Dakota.

Smoke a little to elevate thoughts.
Meditation on everything.
Smoking meditation.
Writing meditation.
Listening meditation.
Seeing meditation.

Josue is arriving soon.
I feel the arrival of The Grandmother of the Amazon.
Amazon burning.

Letting the spirits in me.
Letting them flow from my fingers.
What are fingers?

Does Fire understand finger?
Does Water?
Atl.

The people of Atl.

I feel my pulse in my hand.
Bring it down with breath.
Return to the fingers.

Nahua.
Sanskrit
Spanish
English
German

What is the truth of these words?
I write in English because it is the idiom that I have studied most.
Should I write in Nahua?
Sanskrit?

A mental meditation.
A mental masturbation.
In the deeper states of "no-mind" there is no mind.

My software "corrects" my English.
I should go back to drawing.
But sometimes, words should be written, too.
And in the language that they are "thought".
Such is the process of writing. Another form of meditation for writers, particularly.

For Stephen King, writing is a discipline that requires edition and correction, and preferably, autocorrection and planning before that!

But Stephen King writes from the Soul. He is a profit motivated write who writes for the love of writting.

So what is the answer?

To being a good writer?

Was Moses? Was David? Was Solomon?

How do they live up to Sri Vyasa? Or even Nabokov?

Rig Veda.

I am listening to a woman talk about the Vedas, but not read them. How utterly perplexing!

Perplexed. That was "my" state during the Maha Pralaya of the Second Toad Ceremony.

The Demonic "Tamas" has the quality of perplexity. Ignorance is its primary quality. I know lots of Tamas... And Rajas. but the Third? Do I know it?

Satva. Sannyas. Seva.

The SS..S.

The Ganeshhhhhhhh!

The Gate, Gate, Para Gate, Para Sam Gate, Kali Ma!

The Dance of the Dark Mother came to me. I went lovingly there, looking for her in adoration. Not the "smartest" thing to do if one has read the Vedas, and specially the Srimad Bahagavatam. But I have long considered myself the Asura of the family, drawn to ignorance.  Tamas.

I have been drinking tequila all day. 1/3 of a joint and I get so spooked that I need to listen to Vedas. Too many years of hallucinations (and perfectly legitimate poltergeist events) not to feel a little spooked after 1/3 of a joint.

But then again, I have 3 ayahuasca rituals in September, and I must help my Master.

Brewer. Master Brewer.

I wonder if I have the concentration to finish the Diplomatic Interspecies story.
Lots of projects going unfinished.... Getting lazy as a writer.

Or at least the second translation of Horror Stories for Children.