mose (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} man_with_sticks) wrote,@ 2008-11-19 00:00:00 |
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hello everyone,
today i went to a guided meditation to discover my spirit animal. it was buried inside a two-hour lecture, which was very interesting and smelled really nice. the shaman at the head told a story of her friend protecting a coyote from park rangers. when she explained how she was going to lead us through the meditation, i instantly saw a red coyote. i could not tell if it was a fox or a coyote.
when we were led through the meditation, i knew i was predisposed to seeing a coyote, so i tried to be open to many animals. after finally crawling out of my cave in the earth, i looked around and saw no animal. then the coyote appeared instantly. it was pretty small. it was the same coyote i had seen. i asked if it was a fox or a coyote, and it told me it was a red coyote. i spoke with it for a while, saying that i wasn't sure if it was my spirit animal because of the story told soon before that put coyotes on my mind. it asked me if i needed anything to convince me, but i couldn't think of anything. it was patient and understanding. i felt comfortable around it, but i was still not convinced that my spirit animal was really a red coyote. however, i felt that i would become more comfortable with the coyote as time passed. just as i disappeared into the cave, i saw that the coyote had two or three tails.
i later found a picture of my spirit animal on the internet. it was a fox. vulpis vulpis. it had tricked me, but i am not sure what that means. i will try to go back to find my spirit animal soon, be it a fox or otherwise. sean's spirit animal is a panda, which i think fits very well. he has a beautiful, vivid story about his meditation.
i also have silly news. on saturday my 148-resident housing co-op is using the central office's money to hold a weed smoking competition. i would say that nothing more needs to be said, but it just so happens that this is not the case. the competition will be held in teams of two, which, as suggested by joey, should absolutely wear matching outfits. the contest will be based around a six-foot glass bong. one team member will light the bowl, which contains as much weed as the competitors are willing to take on, while the other milks the bong like a motherfucking holstein. the second competitor then clears the bong and passes out instantaneously and is carried to their room by the rodeo clowns. everything cooked in the kitchen that day will have weed in it. in other words, "college"
love,
mose
p.s. we are still trying to set up a pacific tour; does anyone know of places we can play in LA, SC, and/or SF?
today i went to a guided meditation to discover my spirit animal. it was buried inside a two-hour lecture, which was very interesting and smelled really nice. the shaman at the head told a story of her friend protecting a coyote from park rangers. when she explained how she was going to lead us through the meditation, i instantly saw a red coyote. i could not tell if it was a fox or a coyote.
when we were led through the meditation, i knew i was predisposed to seeing a coyote, so i tried to be open to many animals. after finally crawling out of my cave in the earth, i looked around and saw no animal. then the coyote appeared instantly. it was pretty small. it was the same coyote i had seen. i asked if it was a fox or a coyote, and it told me it was a red coyote. i spoke with it for a while, saying that i wasn't sure if it was my spirit animal because of the story told soon before that put coyotes on my mind. it asked me if i needed anything to convince me, but i couldn't think of anything. it was patient and understanding. i felt comfortable around it, but i was still not convinced that my spirit animal was really a red coyote. however, i felt that i would become more comfortable with the coyote as time passed. just as i disappeared into the cave, i saw that the coyote had two or three tails.
i later found a picture of my spirit animal on the internet. it was a fox. vulpis vulpis. it had tricked me, but i am not sure what that means. i will try to go back to find my spirit animal soon, be it a fox or otherwise. sean's spirit animal is a panda, which i think fits very well. he has a beautiful, vivid story about his meditation.
i also have silly news. on saturday my 148-resident housing co-op is using the central office's money to hold a weed smoking competition. i would say that nothing more needs to be said, but it just so happens that this is not the case. the competition will be held in teams of two, which, as suggested by joey, should absolutely wear matching outfits. the contest will be based around a six-foot glass bong. one team member will light the bowl, which contains as much weed as the competitors are willing to take on, while the other milks the bong like a motherfucking holstein. the second competitor then clears the bong and passes out instantaneously and is carried to their room by the rodeo clowns. everything cooked in the kitchen that day will have weed in it. in other words, "college"
love,
mose
p.s. we are still trying to set up a pacific tour; does anyone know of places we can play in LA, SC, and/or SF?
