desert wind....

We are off to the desert for a few days, five to be exact, plus or minus a few hours disguised as cattle herded on and off transport. We probably will be standing more upon concrete than sand and other deposits from eroded mesa and dried river beds as the desert has changed much over the decades. Ranch critters now come in two or four doors, some with a tailgate. We are looking for sun but it seems to have found us as this extremely abnormal Northwest winter reprieve has been a nice surprise (5 straight days of Sol's warmth!), but also has diluted our reasons for escape. It bloody well better be lousy here and a pristine baking when we arrive there or I will be in need of a refund from something.

Anytime a trip such as this occurs, one that interrupts a flow and engages gears of potential remorse from the guilt of temporarily leaving a situation that maybe one shouldn't leave, in this case being the shop and the duties and responsibilities surrounding it, I tend to look at the decision as a peek down a tributary... hoping there isn't a class 6 waterfall lurking around the bend. Or sticking one's head through a portal just to see what's on the other side besides a big hooded hairy dude with an axe.

And speaking of portals with regard to these perceived turbulent times: the elections, the war, subprime this and oil prices that, and taxes on the horizon. And have we had a natural disaster here yet? I haven't been keeping track. I'm wondering about potentials for escape to the next level, the odds of it being what it's all cut out to be, and if retracing is not a better option. I've been thinking about going back to the womb. I've tried many portals or tried to pass through what I thought were portals and found nothing much but what looks like an empty room or worse yet, labyrinths that lead to nowhere and take a long time figuring that out. I'm beginning to think that a great way to escape is to go back through from which I came.

For the most part, I have never really been all that impressed with this reality. It's difficult to have point of reference though as I don't remember anything from a previous one and I don't trust the glory seekers promoting the potentials of anything in the future. Some people say we will all end up in a better place if we all believe. I've always wondered if we all got here because some Flim-Flam dude or dudette from the previous reality sold us a bogus bill of goods. Unless we were told to take really good notes, how would we have known?

There are obvious obstacles to re-entry. I'm quite a bit larger now so a physical passing is probably out of the question even with the most convincing of pleadings and beggings combined with a significant amount of naivetee on someone's account. If I did come through to here as a mind and body package, I'm probably going to have to jettison the body far before re-entry. I'm really not into offing myself as the package might be eternally damaged and any attempts to move from one reality or dimension in the future or future past might just end right then and there forever. Bummer. The wait to die old and decrepit in mind, body, and spirit is not all that in line with my impatient tendencies. So I figure exit, or entrance depending on one's point of view, will have to be some kind of psycho-metaphysical-shedding of the skin, a mind out of the body departure where the physical can just stay behind going through the motions of eating, breathing, pooping, and making a living while the conscious leftovers can go somewhere else and do something more important. Besides, I really am quite bored with this shell that holds all of my innards together and never really have been too humored by where it was deposited, so leaving it behind is not all that much of a loss.

I suppose the main reason I want to get back through the portal is the relentless presence in this reality of too many predators and my position in the food chain. I'm really tired of having to constantly look over my shoulder or hope that if I can't, someone or something has my back... like probably something paid for... via residual subscription... like insurance. So I guess the first thing I need to do is get my body prepared for separation. That seems to make sense, like in the manner of spending a lot of time and money to fix up the house right before you sell it. I'm going to sign up for something strenuous as soon as I can find a timeslot that fits my unscheduable schedule. I think I'll get right on all of this after I soak up some vitamin D and chase it back with a few Tangeray and Tonics.