Shadow of Angkor Cafe, Riverside, 14h00
I just realised something, and I want to make a written blog. But first of all, I have started a radio blog, audio, intended for the new Human Design Radio. Maybe you found it here on my blog already, but it has been great fun making that, and a step back in my own personal history. Back at college, I was the first breakfast DJ and also DJ co-ordinator for Cambridge University Radio, and I am continuing a format of radio bulletin I developed and loved making back then. Basically I love sounds, I love the way sounds paint pictures in people's heads, and just how very different and how very personal and how almost real that can be. So I like to use background sounds in my audio, and I do not think anyone else has done that on Human Design Radio or the recently closed Jovian Archive Radio.
Quite frankly, I found JAR boring. I found it indulgent. That is me. OK. Me. I am an entertainer, since I was underage, I played piano in pubs in the UK, and I learnt just as Elton John has said, playing pub piano you learn it is what the customer wants, not what you want. I had to entertain or go. I place enormous value on being entertaining, it is something I like to include here also, although sometimes my passion and emotions are there instead, well, anyway. Human Design Radio may actually broadcast my audio blogs, not sure yet, and in any case, the stimulation of that format brings new life to me.
But my life is mutation, drastic changes, as always, are afoot.
WIthin a couple of hours of Mahalo Radio Blog001 - Pub Street Cambodia, I walked out on my girlfriend, the Princess. If Blog002 is ever made public, I do not know, but it has some fascinating spontaneous revelations about the sacral journey. It also embodies the morning after a personal breakup.
Blog003 is an Introduction to Mahalo. So the Blog I made this morning, oh my goodness, 004 already? The meat. Why I use swimming, dance, music, sauna, to get into my body, every day, and how important it is to disconnect the mind every day.
Ah - lunch. Back soon.
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Wow! I keep over using that word. Wow!
I am more experimental and daring now with my PHS diet. 4 years if I remember correctly, on this diet, since the Toronto Penta, whenever that was. An Ibiza or three later, Ra clarified an important point, that whenever I get a sacral response to eat something mixed, the do it. Strategy and Authority trump PHS, basically.
It is challenging and also boring to get PHS diet number one, the one by one diet, nothing mixed. I can sense I have eaten something too mixed just now, but I know the exact point where mixedness overwhelmed my system. Before that, the wow is because I felt my body, my body, what can I say, not my body, my essence like tentacles, reaching into the food, tasting deeply, so deeply, each thing. My eyes tend to guide me often, especially with food, I often find myself staring at something on a plate or something on a menu list and I take that as a signal to my mind that my body wants or needs that to eat NOW! I have just eaten poodle with sea food and mixed vegetable. Sorry, noodle, not poodle. I told you I was an entertainer. Cannot resist the joke, every time, but how many people catch it? Never mind.
Although this dish was cooked together, so there was a mixedness in the flavour overall, as I chop sticked around it, selecting what my eyes stared at unconsciously, as it were, and yes, I am well connected to my unconscious, Master Practitioner in Ericksonian Hypnosis, but naturally shamanically gifted from birth, I suspect. My body started to ooomph. Just reach like tentacles for the purer taste, of each thing, and it reached some extraordinary climaxes. The cabbage, tasting like heaven, so in your face, in my mouth. The prawns, oh give me more, give me more. Slobbering now. Then the onion, oh. My. God. Onion? Uh? What is happening to me, who cares, just wow! Onion, just cooked exactly so, and yes, mixed with an overall flavour but a very dry cooking, not soggy, so that was a mere surface dusting, I could scrape off the debris of wrong cooking and my tongue and yearning just oomphed into pure onion taste, and I wonder, why do people take
drugs? I mean, I have these experiences, so often in my life, I have yet to comment on what I experience during massage, another day, ok.
So now, fanfare please, thank you.
The reason I started writing THIS blog is a sudden realisation, a new one, oh I love that, tickle me someone... oh yes, yes, YES! YEEESSSSSSS! Skewze me, just a little public orgasm there. Nothing to worry about, no, thank you, I don't need a tissue.
Um. Perhaps I do. Ok. ok.
Don't look! OK back to the flow, realisation, it is this. What, out of time? No. OK.
I opened my Rave Yi Jing to hexgram 2, and there it says in brown letters, THE RECEPTIVE... Receptivity as the primal base through which any response is determined. The root of action.
Utter Gobbledegook, eh? Exactly.
But then the gook degobbled, suddenly it made perfect sense, in a new way, a new powerful insight, that Human Design talks about sacral RESPONSE and the many times Ra has been ugly in his frustration that people did not RESPOND as he wished. That RESPOND seemed simple to him, and clearly other people were idiots, I have heard his blah blah and I feel, yeah, Mr Poo, all the world are idiots, but upgrade your message and idiots can hear. And here is a pure nugget, RESPOND means first of all RECEPTIVITY.
That was not obvious, until I mention it now, and we go, oh yes, of course, but do you see? No dont worry, I can Einstein this alone if necessary. 'Look at that hexagram number 2, six lines of Yin, six lines of female receptivity, and who has that power of femality? Femaility? Female depth, all right? Who is that female? Six bloody depths of it, oh sorry, madame, bad choice of words, sorry sorry.
The mystery is solved, master! Mastery is now possible, if only we get it clear. Responding actually means being really really really really really really Receptive. That is six reallies, six depths of receptivity and for a world of zombie heads, tortured by parents priests poets politicians and other people beginning with P, that is a lot of urine.
Now eye know Wai it is so challenging to walk the sacral journey. You need a level of femininity that is unusual even in women today. Not needing to flounce or wear a little black dress, although I come to think of it. But to have that as a normality, for it only takes a moment to grip the cock of reality. Yes, to embrace the moment is something so feminine, that very few people have any idea how to go about it.
There is a deep resistance to the sacral journey, the way you live Human Design in your daily life, I see it everywhere, I know it myself, I know the difference recently that I have dared to embrace. And it is surely powered by my own ability to suck in the moment, embrace the neutrinos maybe, the flavour, the penetration of "now". Just enough to decide, and then as the fortune cookie says, The Root Of Action. Action results like the way a bow and arrow stretch back before shooting forth.
Well. Well well well well well.
Deep, eh?
