abundance love

Rosa tells me she has put up more dreams on her dream blog through a text.

I am at Thomas's course... Thomas tells us about a pond sit which is a good place for meditation. I decided that its a good place for me to sit, and so I wade through the shallow water to a mound sticking up out of the lake, and sit on the mound. Its spongy and wet, and I don't know if I do really want to sit on it. I sit anyway, and the view opens out before me.

I can now see down into an open quarry like area, in which workshops are being given. I walk down there and I meet a black chap who is fascinated by the abundance project. He is so delighted to meet me. He wants very specific instructions of what we do. I have my notes on me, which upon reading out, confuse him, and so I refer back to the hand book which is a much better tool to work from. I realise how valuable the handbook is now, and am glad that we are going to make some more hard copies.


When I realise who this black chap is, I am so honoured to be praised by this guy; he's a famous africa tribes leader, of the equivalent status of Nelson Mandella. He looked a bit like Herbie Hankoc and Roots Manuva.

He encourages me to make a performance out of the abundance project; to perform the harvesting and distribution of abundance.

I struggle with the words to say for the performance, and he puts words in my mouth.

Again I have to refer back to the hand book for guidance.

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We have planned our performance, and are putting up a poster about the abundance performance. I climb up one of my favourite trees just next to hunters bar roundabout. Its the one in which I keep a plant in at the top, and because the weather has been so dry, the plant desperately needs watering. I climb up all the way to the top, but I forget to take up the water, and have to climb all the way down to get the water.

My new botanist friend is at the bottom and he says he would like to try climbing up to water the plant. I warn him about the safety of the tree; its very flimsy, even more so since I've not watered the plant at the top. He climbs up and manages to get to the top to water. I'm watching my friend in the tree swaying in the wind, concerned for him, but also vividly aware that this makes great publicity for abundance; it attracts so much attention; all the people in the cars are looking up at my friend swaying in the wind.

I'm stood on the ground, and am getting publicity material together for abundance. We are going to fill this tree with posters and apples and things abundance...

The authorities come along, due to all the attention we have given ourselves, and we know we are in trouble. Well actually its my fault. I removed a bit of a boring official notice, saying nothing in particular, to put up an abundance one. A lady with a clipboard comes along, and sees the damage, and has to get out a new notice.

'Can't you just mend the old one' I ask?
she shakes her head sternly and doesn't utter a word. 'Steve' says daniele, 'you just don't get it, it means a great deal to them'.

while they are replacing there little yellow plastic information on the wall, we all know we are going to get into trouble.

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I see a guy and his very fat girlfriend together. She asks him to pull out the pot of food from her vagina for her. She could probably reach it herself, despite her size, but she wants him to do it. Even though he's clearly done this many times before, he is reluctant since he knows people are watching. He goes ahead anyway, so as to express his love for her. He leans into her and puts his hand under her dress and reaches up. She has to give him directions.

"Further up, further up" she says, " that's it! Got it!"

He brings his hand back out with a round tupperware box in his hand. His hand and the box are covered in vaginal juices. I am amazed! How the hell did she manage to fit a box that big up her vagina?

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I'm walking with a group of young girls. they are looking very attractive, bright eyes shining, seeking love in there lives. One of them has been attracted to me for a very long time, and her friends have been nudging her to tell me. We stop at the top of the steps, which lead into Endcliffe park, and the small one with black hair, looks up at me and sings me a song.

Its to a Take That pop tune melody, but the words are sweeter, her own doing.
It went something like

I want to be your lover
We can be the best of friends
Forever
I will be by your side
When the dawn comes and the dew breaks,
I will still be by your side.

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I listen, and am touched by her song.

Some older lads, come along; troublesome teenagers.

The oldest lad says in a threatening voice "I know what your up to".

He thinks I'm trying to seduce all these young girls. I have to admit to myself that I am naturally attracted to them, especially the one who sang me a song, since she is so sweet, and is really in love with me, but I know I'm too old. Much to old. And so I tell this sweet girl with the black hair that I'm too old for her, and that she is too young. She knew that would be the answer, but is sad all the same. I am also sad, since she now looks so miserable, and it makes me feel so bad...