Bit By A Witch! ouCH!

To me that dialogue seems controlling. My reply to "we rode butterflies today" would be, "You rode butterflies! What was that like?" Or "I'd like to ride with you on a butterfly. Where would we go?"

Like when my "schizo" adolescent daughter tells me a ghost is talking to her, and I say, "What's it saying?" And then, "What do you think about that?"

So wuddya think, tikoo? Is that the same way I should talk to leprechauns? Or should I maybe say, "Your smile was in my stomach today, so warm, and we shook with laughter."

I dunno...being so entrenched in iffiness that I'm not even sure what iffiness is to see myself clearly. But I'm grateful you're trying to help me see it.

 

that's beautiful . you discovered the kindness of butterflies .

... who can tell a butterfly where to go ?

 

The farmer raises each of his pigs one by one to the apples in the tree
the pigs they like very much apples you see
but might it save time to bring apples to pigs
why should I spare change my current gig
what is time to a pig

 

That's a good point. But also why presume to tell children what they discovered if that might not be the way they see it?

 

Maybe I can't understand. But I would like to try. Maybe I just need to wait. Maybe I need to learn to wait. Maybe I need to learn to like what I hate.

Whatever. If I can get an apple, it would be nice. If I can't, then I'll wait.

 

papa knows somethings about butterfly . this is comfortable
and re-assuring .

... who can tell a butterfly where to go ?

 

Both pigs and apples are appetites. Hunger is never satisfied. Further apples may be fruits, which are neither nice nor malicious. You can spend a billion years sampling fruit and know no more about fruit than had you never eaten it.

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Okay fine, just get me a stinkin' butterfly saddle and I'll go wherever.

 

So I'll stop being a pig and stop wanting apples. I'll just sit here not wanting anything, and if an apple falls on me, I'll smile beatifically and say, I am!

 

No, you don't have to get a car before you get a job. Don't hang this stuff on me.

 

Or you could say applesauce.

 

Not you, tikoo. He's helping me.

 

Or I could say ouch.

 

Twasn't me, a generic voice.

 

You have quite the vocabulary.

 

Mea culpa, it sounded so much like you.

 

Don't get me started...

 

Okay, I think I learned a bit about butterfly rides today.

 

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i get an idea the distinctively sharp points of light i've been seeing lately iz related to faeries (who could tell a butterfly where to go ? a faerie) . before that i'd been witnessing some very intelligent moths who did flying geometry . it's difficult to write about it . this is about the Buggleez uv zQQk . i gotta relax and just present it slow . i'm accepting these experiences as a fact of nature . why the witch who bit was apparently concerned with this subject i don't know .

a few days ago two points of light touched me . very precisely . it made me cry because i was touched in the tearducts . two sharp pains , one for each eye , happened at once and lasted a couple seconds . the tears were not of the pain nor any injury - they were just the ordinary tears that wash dusty eyes .

the next day i was thinking about this event
and just then cried a little more .
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it's been in times of great love i have seen the buggleez and their fancy geometry . they are actual insects .

once upon a time and 'twas the morning of the rainbow gathering prayer for peace . just before the circle of ten thousand hands began to form , i see a man and two women sitting close together talking by the river . they arose and walked on . in the next moment from that sitting place a large moth also arose , slow motion , spiraling up wide and easily graceful in the woodland morning light... as so joy would do .
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i wonder how my understanding will proceed - maybe just slowly . i get an imaginative sense of an epic story , and little bugleez iz important to its revelation .

 

tikoo, I gotta ask - do you know now why the witch bit you...and does she?

The lights will perhaps tell you, rather help you know.