So while we are in the recovery room being rewired, rebooted and upgraded to handle the acceleration and speed of the new world, I'm dreaming of paradise and wondering if my brother in-law Sven is running 50 miles an hour in another universe on an identical planet-E. When he was dying we listened to a conversation he was having with a "5th dimensional being" who was apparently coaxing him with promises of amazing super powers and abilities after he left our earth ship to re-enter the mothership of all earth ships. We didn't want him to go... the four of us were supposed to grow old together and move to a beach town in North Carolina and dance without canes and false teeth. We liked to beach comb and run butt naked and we were looking forward to continuing the shenanigans when we grew old. We looked forward to the crows feet and age spots from too much fun sun and laughter. We looked forward to the graying hairs earned from wisdom as we admired and marveled at the fact that his seventy-something aunts could still boogie on the dance floor. However, fate had a different idea about how our group would roam the multiverse. But his last few days on earth were intense we knew he was leaving but we loved talking to him because wherever his mind was seemed as real as the bed he lay on. He spoke of his lovely mother who was reaching her hand out for him but he said there was a web of tangled icicles between them and he couldn't break through it. He didn't seem discouraged but the tears rolling from his eyes were of both joy and frustration... For those of you who are fluent in technological acrobatics and quantum healing send some positive vibezzz and juju our way. I'm going to listen to some Coldplay to warm up my lazy limbs and calm down my central nervous system. The overload of information coming from the Transformation Nation needs to be chilled on some ice before I discern which reality I'm going zoom in on. The energy storm has finally lifted along with the cement blocks that were weighing down my imagine nation. Captain Sven says don't worry about 'The Wall' Trump is building; it's only a metaphor for boundaries and if it creates a problem Miley's got a wrecking ball in her back bootie pocket. Now SoulStarz go have some SUMMER FUN!!
