The Healing Song

I have reached the destination of my pilgrimage, and I enter the
temple. There is a buddhist monk sat cross legged in the center of the
room with cushions spread out all around him. A few people are in the
room with him, and he is chanting in a deep tone, like throat singing
voice.

When he finishes, he welcomes me in, and then says to the people on
the floor, "let's try something new"

We all sit up and I join the group. This seems like more of an active
meditation group than a passive one.

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Jess said to travel to brighton, that I'd meet someone important
there. Me and ruth are traveling with her, in her van. After brighton
we are going on to bristol. I wanted to go back to sheffield, but she
tells me I don't need to go back to sheffield, I just need to buy a
few new items of clothes.

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I'm singing some songs with some friends at a festival, outside
somewhere on the grass. Sama is there, as are some other members of
the clan. Its a spirit gathering.

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We are now having a meal at some community event in bristol. We have
been listening to lots of music
No food left, just some bread. Someone offers me some rye bread.

Mike fingold is there. I point him out to T. "Have you met mike? He is
involved in most of the bristol permaculture stuff."

T has seen him around and abouts but doesn't really know him.

T has written a song for me. She starts singing it, and it brings
tears to both my and her eyes, and lots of the people who are in the
room. She is playing it on the harmonium.

The song goes,

"Blessed stephen
Help me
You didn't know you were hopeful in child,
Now you know.

Flow, flow, flow, flow your river down. Flow your river down. Flow
your river down."

People don't stop to listen to all of it, and we get distracted by
other things, but it was a truly beautiful song. It went straight to
my heart.

People are doing some messaging on a computer. R has been sending me
messages. This is no ordinary message service. It has 3D graphics, and
surround sound. Yes, you even get to see the thoughts that they wish
to send you. But it is also an open service, like facebook, and so,
everyone else gets to see them too. Essentially everyone's thoughts
are transparent. I see naked bodies in my messages, bums and thighs,
breasts...I don't know where they have come from, who sent them, who's
they are, but they are engaged in various acrobatic like sexual
activities.

My bro joe comments on them, as do giles and luke and a few others.