Lunanity Love Life Cult Love Letter for Luna Book 14

In between 13 and 14 was Christmas. The 24th in Germany. And I was at the home of friends. Was I noticeably in love. For some, perhaps. So on to the next day.

219 Traditional Christmas day. I am remembering the goddess and how she shines. And we noticed a couple of our characters.

220 she inspires me. As much as she makes me into an idjit. And this entry has a good flow. Jack has Pete Moss in interrogation. Messing with his head about the bad things he did. Lilly has arranged to meet Esau, or do we still call him Jimmie, and Anna Lucia in Goa. She ain’t there yet and nor be her people. Her bounty hunters.

221 Barbaralba and Namor are taking a canoe trip on the new river. New that it went all the way to the ocean. They plan to take their time.

222 we find a place to camp, that is the Namor and Barbaralba we, and wonder about instinct. And a few other philosophical questions. There is a bit of a mish mash from the now and the future. The narrator is either confused or in love.

223 Namor does some thinking while enjoying some peaceful time with Barbaralba along the river. Plants, especially trees, the wood, is yet sparse. It is also no longer desert. The land was coming back to life. And Namor pondered about the chances of intelligent life that could do such a thing. Against all the odds. While he looked at Barbaralba and knew she was a goddess.

224 Descendants of the beasts and ancestors of the gods. The human story. Another title for a book. Or essay. Or this love letter. Will there be a time when the gods forget they were beasts. There are those who as humans have forgotten. Or they pretend. Are we to be ashamed. The TV says yes. Most religions say yes. And I, the beast, say no. Our inheritance is 4 billion years of life. We are the beast that we fear. Which is blooming silly. For it is the beast that will inherit the stars. Or as Jesus says, reach out and take it.

225 it is New Year’s eve on Earth. Your narrator home alone. Barbaralba and Namor watch and listen to a piano concert and are also guests of Patricia and Ryan. And in Goa, where we have our five characters, Jimmie, who is the lover of Anna Lucia, an all new thing in his life, they have a nice New Year’s Eve party and Lilly gives Jimmie a serious tongue invasion kiss. Nearly floors him. For she is the boss of bosses. No one says no to her for the word makes no sense when she makes her demands.

226 has Barbaralba and Namor walking into North Bridgetown to visit and party with Hanas. They got lucky and saw a Trip concert. We call them The Blakes later. As in William. If the Doors of Perception were cleansed, man would see things as they truly are: infinite. And you can even ask an astrophysicist to help you see that. When this universe is done, even space time and gravity will all be vanquished. And that is the same as how it was 13.8 billion years ago. “Through the circle fast and slow; till forever on it goes.”

Took a short break to read book 34. Good fun. And back here on the next day. This entry is digging for a point in a bucket, a big one, of dark matter. Dark matter isn’t dark. And we talk of gravity as a thing but is it. Does it really exist. Like the Zen master says: yes and no. Do not jump off building. Space time is bent. And that is it for now. 13th of July 2022.

Next day is the shot gun method, the one with a shell full of salt and shot up in the air over a huge pot of potatoes being prepared for the multitude of Lunatarians come to see the live music and see the end of Pete Moss and love for the galaxy. That sort of thing.

229 a peppering of clever and a bit of anger. With some contact with the people of Eden. A little discussion about sports and Zarathustra informs Barbaralba she has a challenger. She is not so excited but I suspect she will be up for it.

230 It’s tomorrow as I write this little note and I saw the real version of the fantasy today. It was natural and easy. Saw some guy be in love with her.