Forces
Haight Ashbury, summer of nineteen and sixty-nine, I was in a market across from Golden Gate Park on Stanyan Street, back of the store in produce, and I turned east and see a beautiful hippy woman coming down the next isle over, followed by an entourage at some distance. I was so moved by her beauty, that I began to move towards her, and as I took a step, I was hit in the chest by an invisible force, which stopped me in my tracks. There was no mistaking it. I was hit hard. And it was then that realized, that there are other dimensional forces out there, in this case, some kind of invisible body guard.
Saucers
Flying saucers have to qualify as meta physical, in that though they are this dimensional, they are beyond known physics. May have been my idea, too much TV Twilight Zone, so we drove out into a farm field after dark, at age about eighteen, sat quietly with our eyes closed and tried to mentally call down a flying saucer. Who knows, and who can be positively say for sure, which is the beauty of it, what with memory blocking hypnotic facilities. Another context in which to interpret reality. It was nineteen seventy, seventy-one, a gang of us, coming out of my house heading for the movies, and I was way out front, crossing the street on the hill, looking east with a view to Berkley, Oakland and the Bay Bridge, and the flats of the Mission, San Francisco, and what should my wondering eyes see, but a flying saucer hovering over the bridge illuminated, very slow heading east. My god I thought, and I was about to turn around to the gang behind who were self-absorbed, when it took off to the north. It angled at sixty degrees up into the sky and watched it, physics correct, get smaller as it disappeared into space in matter of about one second. That was acceleration. Have seen two more since in one four o'clock afternoon sky, low close to the horizon, big saucers gray, moving fast together, north to south. And there is always those who have never seen a thing, who will tell me absolutely, what I really saw and not saucers.
Infinite
In this life it's Finity living in Infinity. A short life in an infinite universe. Would it be, be there such in other-dimensional life, Infinity living in Finity as an infinite life in a finite encompassment? Infinite life, who could withstand such a contemplation let alone - fact? Never ending me. Oh, what to do? What would make such a thing possible to endure? Incarnations in forgetfulness. Or does one just snuff out like a candle. And what a waste that would be. Well, the work of some lives should be obliterated. Many actually. The division of the incarnations, but if life is unending, what does it matter? But in the here and now, unless there is karma, kiss of the cause born stupid.
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