I remembered how to give the really best hugs. The kind where you and the other person just 'be', and there's a mutual acceptance where time stops, and you breathe a few long, slow breaths together, then sigh and let go. Most people won't slow down long enough to meet you outside of time like that. The ones who do are pearls beyond price.
Ran into a friend from the early/mid-90's. He told me that my story of going in 1995 inspired him to go in 1996, and that he hasn't missed a burn since. His was the first hug that got through the veneer back to 'the old me'. The old me had some serious misfeatures, so I don't want to go ALL the way back there. But I do feel like the good part of Mama Morrisson's little boy is watching out for me.
“You know the day destroys the night,
Night divides the day.
Tried to run, tried to hide–
Break on through to the other side!
Break on through to the other side!”
The sensory and schedule disruption of the playa accomplished exactly what I'd hoped– loosened the 'glue' on the 'veneer' so painstakingly built up over the past decade in the business/corporate world. Forward into the Nth dimension, indeed.
**** SINED **** SEELED **** DELIVERED!
Relentless Inquiry 
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