Woke up this morning to the gardener, gently raking the lawn instead of scalping it with the mower. Got up in excitement to look at the lawn, he hadn’t come that far yet.
no leaf blowers. But a fucking rake! YESSS that made me so happy so I jumped back into bed and luxuriated instead. Do you remember that feeling as a young child? Waking up on a Saturday? Yes that feeling of gratitude, of another day different from the rest.
i went downstairs naked as usual to go outside and cut new stolen/stolon from the wild untidy garden, not a lawn, and I was happy. Unclouded. I rooted through and cut the hardest stolons of grass I could find to cut my bunnies teeth. They don’t have peristalsis, they can’t eat greens, they need the dead parts to cut their teeth and wipe their gut clean from bacteria they can’t handle with their weak immune systems.
they need the dry dead, to clean through their guts, sponging up bacteria in the dead capillaries of straw. It IS THEIR IMMUNE SYSTEM. For if a bunny eats too much green, their gut begins to putrefy, and the rabbit will die within 24 hours. Their gut has to be kept moving, their teeth have to be cut down, or the infection will follow their sinus from their teeth into their eyes and brain, and the rabbit will die in 24 hours.
a rabbit that survives, will often sleep-hop. Hopping in his sleep, for the cyst that entered his brain grows in the cerebral area of astral projection. And the rabbit will stave off death, until he dies of suffocation.
this is what was happening to me. I will show you the tragic life of lop Mama, who entertained masses from his sleep hopping, and then suffocated to death.
i indeed was sleep hopping- like a Chinese vampire 🤣 but I would fly in my sleep, to places far away, and knew these places could only exist because of my senses that are heightened like the prey animal.
will these senses go away?
no they won’t. I have them and they are here to stay.
but something happened in the garden that made me think. I never thought about gravity. I thought I wasn’t tuned to it.
this isn’t a force people would ordinarily imagine is more than vestibular, as we just feel out weight through our feet true? But, I have opened up to gravity. I realize I can sense it. Like the migratory birds. This field, runs north to south.
this Field that whales can feel, that enables them to migrate across oceans
well. Dogs feel it too, as they align themselves north to south when they shit. Their bodies horizontal to the ground. Their gut, like a coil, reapondinting to the gravitational magnetic field, and using it to poo.
get shit out.
when have you ever heard of a dog cobstipated?
for it never is, it’s fully attuned to its emotion in the gut. And it can poo on time, every day, by using the field of gravitational magnetic field, to get that shit out.
google it. It’s common for dogs to align north and south for a poo.
you never see a dog unable to poo. They are mans best friend, full of emotion, and able to pass shit no matter what. ON TIME.
the reason I thought about it was because, as I searched for the reddest stolons of grass, crawling near the ground, reddening from the sun, I was in a deep squat naked in the sun, feeling that warm poo sensation come again. Happy. I happened to turn facing north, just from the digging, crouched over in my work, and the sensation got really strong!
the urge to poo was amazingly strong - YET NO PAIN!!!
So I turned around to face west and the sensation ebbed a bit. I stood up. The sensation dissappeared. I squat again, the sensation grew. I turned again, it ripples my guts and made me want to poo. I finished my job, cutting the darkest reddest stolons of grass to give my bunnies a good chew and poo, and then ran upstairs for a good naked poo myself.
i looked at the pan in amazement. These eggs of poo that I would not have been able to pass before, plopped into the pan without effort or pain.
and I realized, I can feel the gravitational field, in my gut. So, my orbital is now an f-, holy fuck.
my orbital is now an f. The rhizomatic orbital that is so complex it is the pattern of thought, that appears like a rollercoaster of planes that intersect. It has no beginning and end, but it is weighted around the center. The pull of life itself.
the paths of a rhizomatic thinker are all connected and intertwined. Where once I was a d-orbital, who found my inner p-orbital. I have grown a bit more, into an f.
for some reason I knew I could sense gravity before, but I was disconnected from it. Now I can indeed sense it, and it makes me wonder WHY?
S-P-D-F orbitals, I must draw them now. There is a fabled G orbital, but at that point there is no path, it is better translated to meaning via truncated solid, as the path of orbit is too complex for the human brain to understand, and instead requires computers to render into the lobes of a sunflower. It looks magnificent, but is too complex for real life. So it has to be represented as a truncated Platonic solid instead.
