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Dreamtime & Petrification
Feb. 11th, 2011 12:24 am
I've noticed something. All the shamanic books I've read over the past couple of years seem to suffer from the same malady as the books on witchcraft, Wicca & paganism in general. They never really get past the 101 material. I'm also seeing the same group of authors regurgitate material into each other's books as 'guest writers' or 'co-authors'. I've been seeing more and more New Age material popping up in these books, probably because the authors were subconsciously influenced by the New Age movement when they were teenagers and now think they are coming up with original works. Apparently, the 'New Age' wasn't even 'New' - it was regurgitated from the New Thought/Spiritualism movements (like Theosophy) that ran amok at the turn of the 19th century.
Kind of makes me wonder about all the books on the market centered on 2012. What are these publishing houses going to do with all that surplus on January 1st, 2013? Should I buy a few to put away as collectors' items? See if I can get autographed copies or something?
I'm on a weird schedule right now - took Friday off work because I thought my urologist appt. was tomorrow, instead it was this morning. I guess I'd originally scheduled it before the last shift bid, when I had a slightly different schedule, but, whatever. At any rate, I had to be there at 9am, so this morning I laid down around 5am for a couple hours nap. Stayed up all day since I didn't get out of the office til almost 11am, decided to lay down around 3:30pm. Put in a shamanic drumming CD because I'm working on the whole 'not dreaming' problem... the drumming & breathing put me into a weird hyperventilating state & I turned the CD off. So I fell asleep & dreamed I was late for work. Probably because I told Rob to get me up around 5:30pm to pop dinner in the oven & my brain knew it was creeping up on 6:30.
I have more stones. I will need yet another surgery. Fanfuckingtastic. I'm petrifying from the inside out, too. I've got something called 'phleboliths', which occurs when blood pools at the valves of blood vessels and calcifies. Not only do I make stones, I'm turning into one. It's not dangerous or remarkable, it's just weird. No, honestly, it's not even all that weird, but it makes x-ray technicians pull their hair out because it looks like I've got perfectly round bladder stones :P
( Dog Related TMI ) I bought some beef ribs & set aside a couple to give to Chelsie raw (and turned the rest into hoisin ginger barbecued ribs, epic nom nom w/corn on the cob). I dropped one in her bowl. She picked it up, scouted around the house for a few minutes & proceeded to dump it under my desk. She then sat through dinner giving me the most wounded looks imaginable, like, "how dare you give me raw meat? Especially while you sit there feasting on delectable charred dead cow?" I tried to get her to eat it after dinner and she'd lick it & turn her nose up. Finally, I sat and held the chunk of flesh for her while she oh-so-delicately nipped bits of the rib meat off the bone. Frickin' princess.
Probably going to bed soon. If we get around to it we're going house-shopping & mattress shopping tomorrow. It's been 10 years since I had a new mattress - I think it's about damned time.
Kind of makes me wonder about all the books on the market centered on 2012. What are these publishing houses going to do with all that surplus on January 1st, 2013? Should I buy a few to put away as collectors' items? See if I can get autographed copies or something?
I'm on a weird schedule right now - took Friday off work because I thought my urologist appt. was tomorrow, instead it was this morning. I guess I'd originally scheduled it before the last shift bid, when I had a slightly different schedule, but, whatever. At any rate, I had to be there at 9am, so this morning I laid down around 5am for a couple hours nap. Stayed up all day since I didn't get out of the office til almost 11am, decided to lay down around 3:30pm. Put in a shamanic drumming CD because I'm working on the whole 'not dreaming' problem... the drumming & breathing put me into a weird hyperventilating state & I turned the CD off. So I fell asleep & dreamed I was late for work. Probably because I told Rob to get me up around 5:30pm to pop dinner in the oven & my brain knew it was creeping up on 6:30.
I have more stones. I will need yet another surgery. Fanfuckingtastic. I'm petrifying from the inside out, too. I've got something called 'phleboliths', which occurs when blood pools at the valves of blood vessels and calcifies. Not only do I make stones, I'm turning into one. It's not dangerous or remarkable, it's just weird. No, honestly, it's not even all that weird, but it makes x-ray technicians pull their hair out because it looks like I've got perfectly round bladder stones :P
( Dog Related TMI ) I bought some beef ribs & set aside a couple to give to Chelsie raw (and turned the rest into hoisin ginger barbecued ribs, epic nom nom w/corn on the cob). I dropped one in her bowl. She picked it up, scouted around the house for a few minutes & proceeded to dump it under my desk. She then sat through dinner giving me the most wounded looks imaginable, like, "how dare you give me raw meat? Especially while you sit there feasting on delectable charred dead cow?" I tried to get her to eat it after dinner and she'd lick it & turn her nose up. Finally, I sat and held the chunk of flesh for her while she oh-so-delicately nipped bits of the rib meat off the bone. Frickin' princess.
Probably going to bed soon. If we get around to it we're going house-shopping & mattress shopping tomorrow. It's been 10 years since I had a new mattress - I think it's about damned time.
