Referring to the previous post, this is the rock I found. It’s not as big as I remembered, around eight inches wide and weighing 10 pounds. If it were a heart, it would be tremendous!
20 x 18 x 13 cm, 4.5 kg
Sure, “in the shape of a heart that’s been cracked open” has something of the eye of the beholder to it. On the other hand, wow — and notice how the inside looks like meat. That’s the only part I could see when something pulled me to it, the rest was covered up with dirt.
The main thing, though, was the nearly instantaneous manifestation. I’ve seen this happen before, too. Yeah, I know: “‘Manifestation’? You found a friggin’ rock!” You could say that, although, well — go ahead, call it coincidence, but why? It’s just goofy to willfully ignore this stuff. You can parse it any way you like, that doesn’t matter. What does, to me at least, is the fluidity, the give in the fabric. It’s positively startling. I also had the feeling that there isn’t any “distance” between, well, anything. Make of that what you will, I’m just passing it along.
This is actually great fun, too. After all, I could be sitting here wondering whether I should get a colonoscopy and how I could afford it. Who wouldn’t rather stagger around the countryside instead, looking for invisible revolving doors? (Sign me UP, baby! Don’t you know there’s a war on?)
By the way, I am also informed that the previous post is “Black Madonna stuff.” Purely accidental on my part, I swear, but if you’re interested, Andrew Harvey [sidebar] has a few things to say about that here. You have to work your way down the page and not be put off by the theological context, however. Doesn’t bother me, I run in symbol mode all the time.
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