stalking_god Hurd the Wurd Are those who continually think of God obsessed? Is constantly looking for God a form of stalking? The answer is... Yes. I asked Him. He said that if we'd all quit staring at Him, quit trying to rub up against Him and simply let Him be, He'd be willing to go out in public more often. Until then He says He'll remain in hiding. 081208 ... tourist On a Summer Morning in the Eastern slope of the Cascades We Awoke and Partook of the Bitter Potion of Peyote and Comfrey Tea. I Walked slowly Away from the Streamside Encampment into the Forest following The path made by Deer, Elk and the other "wild children" Pausing Often to let my stomach settle again, so as not to Loose this gift of Vision. The Trees grew from the rocky slope through a thick carpet of fallen needles that softened the sound of my footsteps yet left the air clear for the sound of the breeze tearing itself open on the branches overhead. As I climbed the trees opened up periodicaly granting me a view of a crisp mountaintop, Black Rock White Snow, Hard against the Clear Blue Sky. The Mountain seemed to Speak to Me. Keep coming, I'll be here, Waiting. I waded small streams, Scrambled over rocks, following in the steps of the wild children that lived in the presence of the mountain before me. The light above the tree line was dazzeling, the blinding snow lay between dark rock covered with Black Lichen, while here and there were small patches of Flourescent Orange lichens among the Black. The Sun had climbed the sky and was now at it's highest when the rock face fell away before Me as a Knife edge at the Summit. I looked out over the valley in all directions and let My Mind drift on the wind. I was content here within this Mountain God but after a time was urged by the same Inner Voice to return to the Camp below, Where the others were communing with the river, or Trees or Rock below. And so I Slid Down the Snow pack Into the Forest Where Red Squirrils Cursed and Chattered as I passed through their halls, and I found the path of the Wild Children Once Again, and Followed it Back to the stream. 081209 ... z fsm 081210 what's it to you? who go blather from