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When the immaterial wanders astray - June 4, 2008

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So I was walking down the street of my new little hideout hippy town, and this old lady walked up to me to admire Maxie's red hiking boots, and maybe pet her a bit. This town is obsessed with Maxie, just the way she likes it.

The old lady looked like any grown up hippy, prosperously earthy with a big, flowy skirt and Keen sandals. She pierced the back of my skull with her fucking hippy gaze--they do that here, as if they are psychopathic, only with a preposterous amount of love and caring for their brother. They stab you in the eyes with honesty. I'm not used to that. I'm used to lies. It's really discomforting. "You are of the ancient people, aren't you?" she asked.
"Excuse me?" I replied.
"You're of the ancients. I know my kind when I see them."

You know, when I think you're crazy--with such a limited grasp of "sane"--you be fuckin' nuts. Holy crap, this bitch is crazy, I said to myself.

"Your eyes are hazel, and change colors. They're sensitive to the light, aren't they, I can tell. Sometimes they're brown, sometimes hazel."

"Uh, yeah," I say, but whatever. She can clearly see the color of my eyes, as I'm not wearing my fabulously girly shades with this pink dress and freshly painted pedicure, and most people have eyes that change color depending upon the color of the sky. The eye is quite absorbent.

"You have too much feeling in your stomach, and it fights you, doesn't it?"

"Yeah," I admitted. Good guess. Where is this going?

"And you can see the future and you know when your closest loved ones are sad. And you can feel the portals, can't you?"
"Sometimes..."
"And you have low blood pressure."
"Uh huh."
"And wide ribs."
"Uh..."
"And you feel very lost and alone in the world. It's because you are one of the ancients, the Lemurians. You don't actually belong to this race."
"The whosits?" Does this race like boobs?
"The Lemurians."
"What do you mean by that?"
"The Atlanteans. You're here to see the skull. They're all coming to see it soon, you just beat them to the punch. You're very sensitive to the vibrations."

The lady next to me, the one who just popped into our conversation--totally normal here--thinks this is neato. "Oh goody," she says. "I always wanted to know an Atlantean."

"Look, I just came in from LA to catch a break and some fresh air. I assure you I'm not ancient at all. I'm thirty-one, for chrissakes, and I can't go five minutes without checking my Gmail or the Drudge Report."

"Oh no, you're very ancient. You're very afraid of heights, are you not?" I shake my head yes. "Many of our kind fell very far into the ocean and carry that fear."

The pop-in lady says, "You have to stay in town to see the skull. You'll remember it."

No, I won't fucking remember it. I've never seen it. How can I remember something I haven't seen before? You freaking kooks. I kind of love you.

"I bet you have O Negative blood, don't you?"
"Uh huh."
"All the ancients have O Negative blood. The science people (condescendingly) don't know where it comes from, the O Negative blood. It's the blood of the ancients."

I shake the crazy off my face and bend down to pet Maxie around the neck. "Well, that's very interesting, ma'am. Thank you for telling me that." I kind of wonder if I've left a detailed reference card sitting on some cafe table around here--and I've drunk so much wine here, it's totally possible. It's not beyond the pale. We're really drunk so let's write our blood types down on a cue card and then leave it on a cafe table down town. Sure, that could happen.

I'm backing away, like I did with the Tarahumara, when she asks, "Which one are you, Algonquin or Iroquois?"

This, I'll admit, rocked me. You never know, though. Perhaps you may have written along with your blood type and various physical and mental maladies, the quirky streams of genetic material that make you a mutt, and perhaps you took that list of shit that defines Erin Leigh Tyler and put it on a table some grown up hippy ate organic raw chocolate off of the very next day. ANCIENT! This bitch is ancient, she thought.

"Part Iroquois," I say.
"Oh yes, you're ancient."

So, if anybody is willing to, or even can translate this shit into something cohesive I can run with, I'd appreciate it. Though something tells me the only people who can translate it are my neighbors, and truth be told, I can't understand them. I really like them; I just can't understand them.

Posted by The Bunny at 11:03 PM

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They're out to get you Bunny. These new age people. They're not just people who damaged their minds to the point of lunacy...well, they aren't people at all. They're entities from another dimension who secretly observe and control us under the guise of brain damage due to a decade's worth of hallucinagenic splurging. Energy healing, crystals, past lives...all smoke and mirrors. They're watching you. Only an elite few know it, and even fewer are approached in such a direct manner by them. The time is nigh...oh yes...the time is nigh...

Posted by: Anonymous at June 5, 2008 12:51 AM

Sounds like she might have been some sort of anthropologist before she became a crazy dirty hippie.

Can you at least give a us a hint where you are? Like, which state?

Posted by: Patch at June 5, 2008 12:52 AM

I think Bunny is in New Mexico, either Santa Fe or Taos

Posted by: Amanda at June 5, 2008 06:54 AM

I'm exploring "crazy" these days. You should check out Dr. Brian L. Weiss's (http://www.brianweiss.com/)and Sylvia Brown's books (http://www.sylvia.org/home/index.cfm). They're all about reincarnation and past-life regression.

(I believe everything)

Posted by: imonfire at June 5, 2008 07:26 AM

I'm now thoroughly convinced that you're writing from an alternate universe where shit like this actually happens.

You're wearing a (pink!)dress, have painted toes, and some elderyly hippie lady is telling you your fear of heights comes from when your ancient people fell into the ocean?

Where the hell are you?! More importantly, come back before it's too late! Do it for the boobies...

Posted by: Lil'bit at June 5, 2008 07:42 AM

Love all the updates...and I love all the stories of your hippie town life. Reminds me of my years in Boulder.

Posted by: Drew at June 5, 2008 08:51 AM

The summary of that conversation is very easy. "Bunny, buy a handgun, you're surrounded by a bunch of fucking kooks." If the purpose of your sojourn to the mountains of AZ/N.M. (just a guess, I know nothing) was to feel more sane, these people seem to really be helping.

Posted by: Dave at June 5, 2008 10:01 AM

That's pretty creepy. I have all the same characteristics (O-Negative, Brown/Hazel eyes, wide ribs, low BP, slice of Algonquin blood, etc...) I don't know what they're yapping about, but I better go check out this skull.

Posted by: Cus at June 5, 2008 10:11 AM

There seems to be a lot about this if you google some of the key words you used (skulls, ancients, antlanteans, etc). Here's one link:
http://www.mendhak.com/80-the-13-crystal-skulls.aspx

Posted by: Kim at June 5, 2008 10:58 AM

I wanna come wherever you are!

Posted by: christina at June 5, 2008 01:42 PM

Bunny's back with bunches of Bonhomie.
Love Bunny.
Shine on.

Posted by: colin at June 5, 2008 07:59 PM

What this woman was trying to tell you was that your soul is ancient in origin. Whether or not you believe in reincarnation, it is a possibility that you two could have known each other in a past life. It could explain why she felt such a strong urge to flood you with information you already know, but until now, seemed to be a random happening of genetics. As your awareness of who you are grows, so will your understanding.

Posted by: maxon at June 5, 2008 11:06 PM

Ya know bunnie, it's easily explained. I can give you the PC explanation: We're all of the same universe and we all work together for the greater good. our souls are energy and energy never leaves. You're old soul is here to aid the universe into finding its unity again, as we are out of unity in the world at this time.
The realistic explanation:
That bitch did too much peyote back in the day. Her brain is fried. She can't remember her name, but she gets snippets of information from back in the peyote days and tries to make sense and reason with it. You can like the hippy freaks, but I am tellin' ya, DON'T DRINK THE DAMN KOOL_AID!!! Be free, explore yourself. I feel for ya. I am more of a "trixie" variety girl, but I have hippy friends. You want to find meaning, and I understand. You may find some interesting stuff while you are there, and you may find a little peace, but they live in a reality of their own making. Sadly, you live in the REAL world.... Embrace it and you may well find peace in knowing the real world reality and simply not liking it... Best of luck to you bunny... Life isn't that bad. You have people that love you in your life, and that is FAR more than many people could ever hope to have. PS. Super cute picture of Maxie...

Posted by: Jeannette at June 6, 2008 08:35 AM

Hello there Sweet Bunny. Here is what I know: The Lemurians were an ancient race known to be very expressive and emotional, much like yourself. They had brown skin, long arms and amazing athletic abilities, much like Lemurs (hence the name), as well as an advanced technology which used sound to move objects. They were attacked by dinosaurs, which they managed to manifest themselves although the they weren't aware, and rescued by the Atlanteans. Many folks who feel alienated from modern culture, who feel like outcasts, were Lemurians in past lives. If that helps and you wanna know more, shoot me an email for some reference material.

Posted by: Tommy at June 7, 2008 12:45 AM

I'm gonna assume you're in [redacted]... all I can say is there's a lot of money to be made in [redacted], new age crazy.

A friend of mine was in south america recently and met a whole bunch of people who claimed to have past lives from Atlantis.

Her cold read on you was pretty impressive. O-negative blood was particularly good. The best people at cold reading are the ones who believe they do it for real.


Glad you're writing again.

Posted by: K at June 7, 2008 10:16 AM

Wow! I know nothing about this either but I feel like she just described me as well. . . There wasn't one description she mentioned that didn't fit me. I also read the following entry and I'm a little worried about the teeth filing thing, that's creepy. But I do remember being 5 yrs old and taking a nail file to one of my vamp teeth. That was a bad bad idea. I'm not even sure where it came from. But I learned baby teeth can be filed fairly easily.

Posted by: Rah at June 7, 2008 10:52 AM

Skull, eh? Indiana Jones was looking for that sucker too I hear. You should get together.

Posted by: Ramsden at June 8, 2008 09:33 PM

I need to meet some crazy people. I'm LA born and raised and that was more interesting than any conversation I've ever had. Stay away for as long as you can stand it, LA sucks a little more than it usually does right now.

Posted by: DaveJ at June 13, 2008 12:54 PM

I would rike to eat your dog.

Posted by: Jimmy CleanShoes at August 3, 2008 10:13 AM

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