the passphrase of the day is "wolf blitzer"

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Sometimes I think I should put a Passphrase of the Day box in my sidebar. So many mornings I awaken with the distinct impression I'm supposed to say a certain word or phrase on my blog, as though my teacher wished to confirm that sense was pouring into my sleeping mind, that I'm actually receiving the dharma flooding my way. For all I know, it could be a demon trying to break in. People can cloak themselves when doing this transmitting. So the downside of this psychic ability is that I grew adept, used to letting it just roll off me like the proverbial water from a duck, very early due to the ridiculous amount of inputs from lust-sodden men. I feel utterly unthreatened by received transmissions from out there, and it's pretty much automatic to just let them evaporate into fumes that waft off into the ether. Some people are driven mad by this action. Doesn't faze me... and I think this has been a stumbling boulder in my full awakening, helpful as it has been with the Sex Object crap in the past.

Anyway, I decided today to acknowledge the passphrase. "Wolf Blitzer"... which is an utterly alien term that almost certainly would not pop up here unless circumstances somehow became outrageous enough that I felt the need to deal with his bullshit on my blog, in front of you. It was NOT one of those things where the phone is ringing or an alarm going off and I'm filling in the obnoxious noise with nonsense words screaming in my dreams. There was a glowing sacred geometry going on in mid air, a little neon sketch floating before me, and its dimensions were being condensed and expanded between someone's hands and "Wolf Blitzer. Wolf Blitzer. Wolf Blitzer." was ringing in my own voice right before I woke up and went, "Wolf Blitzer? Gimme a break."

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love, 99
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