This was the Alter Ego, she picked it out and figured out who I was again. She is a smart cookie and she knows me very well and my writing style...I have a hard time not shouting about my psychedelics escapedes from the rooftops. Im very passionate about such things as your aware, and every time I say purple hair its a dead give away...it's how she found me the first time.
Yeah you don’t hide at all and that I love in anybody, though there’s a few people saying that I’d be quite content to see hidden deep inside of caves lol.
The only way is honesty. With ourselves, with all around us. Sod a life of lies, acting, pretence, insincerity, facade right?
Keep it up man. I’ll keep doing the same at my end. I’m going to look up that movie you mentioned too, it sounds interesting, see if it’s available on DVD affordably, I don’t do Netflix etc, my TV is internet compatible but comes installed with a free hiatus lol, it sees the WiFi network. Where there should be no problem, there is one, it’s ass just won’t connect.
I used to go fishing for “Fun”, they call it Coarse fishing, should have just called it Fun Fishing to begin with IMO. Would have saved my young boy’s learning mind from the unclear association between coarse-fishing-fun-necessity (or rather, non-necessity).
I used to get up at 3 am, pack bicycle, bags, tackle, rods, bait, lunch, weed, ride miles to lakes to be all set up in the morning mist before dawn, wow being lakeside in pure silent natural morning Misty still peace.
I was a crap fisherman, but very suited to being in nature, I would spend forever through school holidays, didn’t need company or books, music anything.
I used to (think) I liked catching Tench. Great fish. Green. Early morning feeders, right in the margins. Float would rise up, slowly sink off one way or the other.
Age 17 I had the most vivid visionary dream from my higher self. Like a picture book of images- I used to tie string and a tennis ball onto a half fishing rod to play with our dogs in our house.
I would cast the ball into the dining room table under chairs. Let the dog(s) get in there, create the illusion it was an even fight.
They loved it. So did I tbf.
Anyway, my dream...one minute, I’m in the “living room”, proper fishing rod and line. I was hooked into a giant green Tench. The dining table and chairs were covered by a curtain....or call it- a veil! (Over my consciousness), as that’s what it represented and the curtain was about to be pulled.
This Tench was behind the curtain as I “played” it to shore. All I saw, was it’s tail sticking out. It was at least 40 Ib’s or more. Tench don’t even reach 15 Ib’s so you can imagine my delusional excitement.
Next second- curtain gone. Table and chairs gone. Fishing Rod gone. Just me, and an Andrex Puppy Dog (Andrex was a UK loo roll, did an advert with a cute baby golden Labrador).
Meaning- my higher self to me- wake up dude. Be honest with yourself. Okay you eat fish, meat. But do you REALLY have a license to go and just “catch” them for fun? Because the government says it’s legally and morally acceptable?
Because I paid them £26.50 a year for that license?
Because the other fishermen tell me, and themselves far less convincingly, that “they don’t feel it blah blah...”
As if a fish feels no pain, no fear. Just because we cannot perceive it. I mean, how unintelligent is that? Shockingly IMO.
So, story short...I want a license (and I’ll pay at least £80 a year for it), to throw a hamburger on a big hook over the back fence on a Saturday morning and catch me a big Rottweiler! All in the name of coarse...ahem, I mean....Fun! Lol.
But that would be regarded as morally unethical, inhumane, as the Rottweiler would be making hell of a racket. Not like a 40 Ib Carp deep beneath the waves, unable to make a sound on bank. I mean, you get me?
So where do we draw the line on ethics here? Fox Hunting is (kinda) now banned in UK after it was finally decreed that the Fox’s trauma, suffering, fear and pain cannot be justified as due collateral for the pleasure and thrill 18 rich Country Folk get out of it on their “High Horses”, how appropriate to use an old catch term meaningfully.
So would it be acceptable, legal trade, licensed to cast my fishing Rod into a tree with a worm. Hook a Magpie. Wind it in. Unhook it. Put it back?
Or a squirrel? I can’t think of any alternate candidates where there’s no real ethics involved. So coarse “fish”ing it is lol!
It’s so true! I’m a hypocrite I know. I do eat fish, and meat, moderately. With so many allergies they are vital foods for my survival.
But from that day, aged 17, that one amazingly clear dream, I never went fishing ever again. Not for fun or rather, torment’s sake at least. I did actually, but only to get high on riverside with friends, never casting a rod in.
And I loved the whole ritual of it. But my higher self told me to get real.
The solution? Satellite controlled fish. They look, swim, smell, like the real thing. Except they’re artificial, and you pay for them with your broadband provider.
So for your 8 yr old daughter’s birthday, you can take her fishing, and “book” a 7 Ib Bream at 3 pm.
Or a 200 Ib Pike for a lot extra. Take a photo with heads between teeth before you put it back for an extra £35.
I’m not even taking the piss! While I am, but very seriously.
I was only going to say, then got distracted....I picked up a bunch of Fishing DVD’s I stick on for an escape from reality’s enclosure and circus.
Just lakeside, quiet, birds singing, men fishing, licking their lips admittedly but not taking anything away from the scenery.
So WHO doesn’t think I’m crazy, NOW I wonder lol!