Lunanity Love Life Cult Love Letter for Luna Book 25

We burst into book 25 on the same day. A little into the future so that we have an ice rink. Sure, we can cover the ice for a concert or MMA fight. And we give a bit of an introduction and having the book written now, I can tell you, the potential reader, some things gonna happen. More than philosophy, physics and phucking.

“What, pray tell, is phucking.”

Log 369 had a wish to walk with the girl, the subject, on a beach with feet in the water. The kissing did not happen but we were at the same beach. And we have Alexandria’s ice rink. And some other things. And this pen is better. My Love.

370 is a good bit of ranting and raving. Some of it poetic. Most of it in a flow and always on the go. Enlightenment and sacrament. And to top it all off, for it was perhaps an open rave from Namor, we go to see Barbaralba’s first piano concert. Oh what a performer the woman is. She takes control of the music and makes people feel the pain and the hope and striving for heaven to be real and in the now. And that, after all the brutal evolving, is the point of it.

372 Was, or let us say is for that is the magic of the written word. It becomes a real imaginary thing. It can play out in your mind as you read it and seem as real as the other thing you might notice later. The last day before the next birthday. And that’s usually a little sad in a pandemic. We see. For the next day need not wait. We will take a short nap, however.

373 was my 61st birthday. That was back in 2021. We have the middle of August now in 2022. Well into the future as defined by the past. For now there are rocket ships being built. Soon big ones fly off to the moon and then Mars. That future thing. Sad that David Bowie can’t witness life on Mars. Will they take musical instruments. Or a 3D printer. Good to have some of them. And I got to see you and the family for an evening meal.

374 Luna is mentioned a couple times in passing. Passing from the past into the future. A big event that because people are focused on media manipulation goes unnoticed. How does it matter that we have moved from nowhere in relation to anywhere to just a little farther along the never ending song. Well, it is a new age. I don’t know if I figured it out in the book, but officially. We are out of the last one, I really ain’t sure. Goat or bull rabbit. In Aquarius. Just a name. But it is our story and words are what make it. The golden age. The plus sum gain. Enlightenment. Artificial, as in machine, intelligence. All new under the sun, King David.

Day 375 we return from Salt Lake 18 to visit Salt Lake 36 and spend a day and night in the village. Visit the Old Man’s soup kitchen. He is not there. Shop is. And they stay at Zauqir’s hole in the wall. Namor gave up his place a long time ago. They are so seldom by the castle that is mostly no longer the castle it was.

Day 376 and we, the Eden people, are in a big canoe on our way down the canal. Some fishing and fun. And other things. Namor talks to some people about a goddess telephone. Some, most, call her god. At least the Earth people here. The last 6,000 years. A scary story. Anyhow. It is a receiver more than a sender. For we are this part of the goddess. If, when, we have a biosphere collective, why we need peace, we can hear what is correct.

Likened onto a slow motion, constant and vast, quantum computer. Or a wide open, never ending brain. And we, the biosphere, if we let it and wish it, can be the focus. A point of much matter. Any scientists out there.

377 Namor is at the university in Bridgetown explaining what we just did. We are the biosphere and we are in her and she is in us. It is all a thing in a thing. Was there a thing in the bible like that. A wheel in a wheel. Some thought it meant aliens. Not blooming likely. But maybe someone understood it was a thing folding and turning into a thing that was the thing and is the thing and we are in it and are it.