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(Regarding moving Richard to San Francisco...)
9-2-08 – The trip was nice. My legs and feet hurt. We walked everywhere. We walked all the way from Broadway and Van Ness to Haight-Ashbury. We took the bus back. Richard and I, I think, were being as “us” as we could considering our limited amount of time to spend together. He kept wanting to do what we wanted to do because, his reasoning went, he would have the rest of his life – or however long he stays there – to explore, but he wanted us to have fun now. On Monday we got up fairly early and checked out of the hotel. We went to Daly city so Russell could look at discus fish. Then we drove up the Great Highway to China Beach, which took a lot longer than it should have because it was Labor Day. Russell wanted to hear Company, and by the time we got to Being Alive, I was a blubbering mess. Although I didn't let on about it to anyone. It seems to be a recurring theme lately to drive around with beautiful friends listening to music that always makes me cry anyway but under tender circumstances. I was crying to The Glorious by Brett Dennon for almost an entire quarter, then I had the audacity to bring it with me to Baton Rouge, and while Davida and I were driving down the street going to pick up Johnnie and some friends, I lost it. Then yesterday I'm driving around the Pacific coast and I completely lose it while listening to Sondheim. Too many connections. Davida loves Sondheim. I don't know why Russell wanted to hear that and I don't know what these strange threads are that tie us all together, but I know that I just had to say goodbye to my best friend for the second time in my life. I never really thought it was possible to have two best friends; I've always considered it a contradiction in terms. Maybe it's just the distance between me and Chad. We rarely talk on the phone and I'm not a good phone conversationalist anyway.
On Geary and Leavenworth a few steps down from a dim sum restaurant, we dropped Richard off to his new life. He was excited and cheery, but I could tell he was holding back the emotion. He hugged me four nonconsecutive times, and we held each other for several seconds each time. I think neither of us wanted to start bawling in the middle of the sidewalk, so we kept it to a minimum. But as soon as I got in the van and saw him walking down the street alone, that skinny little body wandering against the backdrop of San Francisco looking for things to write about and draw, I completely broke down. I don't know why this occurred to me, but before we left the house to start packing his stuff from his old apartment on Saturday, I had an inkling that I should give him something magical. The only thing I could think of – and I don't even know if this is appropriate or just masturbatory – was the first magical object I ever made, a flat sandstone with the glyph of a protector spirit scratched on it. I slipped it into his pocket while we were saying goodbye. He didn't notice. Since he doesn't have a phone I haven't been able to talk to him and find out whether or not he's found it. I'm sure he has. I hope he didn't toss it away or something. I don't know why I gave it to him. But it was the last thing I thought about before leaving the house and the last thing I remembered before saying goodbye. So it's his now.
I'm so bad at relationships in that I rarely remember specific conversations or exchanges. I mean, I remember all kinds of things we've said to each other, but it's more in thoughts and feelings than words. I try to write dialog of the two of us and I can't think of a damn thing. Rick is so full of information, I'd be afraid of misquoting him or misrepresenting him.
~~~~ (Regarding Kunlun practice, using substances in conjunction with...)
9-5-08 – So I haven't been practicing Kunlun much because of practical necessities and time constraints. We were in SF last weekend plus Monday, Tuesday I worked in Indio, Wednesday I was trying to get stuff done around the house but practiced a little, and yesterday I practiced for a little while as well. But something has been going on when I practice lately. A tightness or strange feeling of overexertion. When I first started practicing it was slightly apparent, but I would stick it out and push through the tired feeling because I wanted to get to the bliss. Now it seems the bliss is always available but I just need to remind myself of it. I'm noticing very much the position in which I sit, the feel of the energy as it moves through my spine, my central channel, etc. It's become apparent that the movements are in response to the body's resistance to the flow of Kunlun energy. I find myself with a fierce expression on my face, like a demon or angry dakini, and I wonder whether I'm blocking something or truly transcending. I try to smile as much as possible, as Max instructs, but sometimes it's extremely difficult to get my facial muscles into that position. Lately I've been setting up a space on the coffee table in front of the TV, moving it forward to give myself some room, and invoking VN, clearing my central channel with the Aka Dua, and then starting practice. Aka Dua facilitates Kunlun in that it clears up the channels and smooths out the transition. But AD during KL practice usually detracts from the KL experience. I've been contemplating practicing while stoned out of my mind, which is dangerous, but tempting like a Datura flower blooming in the moonlight. I can imagine if one were to practice for long periods of time every day, one would quickly find old habits and patterns falling away. Although Max says it's the quality and not the frequency of practice that counts, something must be said for frequency; the more one practices the more familiar one becomes with one's resistances, surely. I think I'm contemplating blowing my head open again by using some sort of substance before KL practice because I like the danger and I like big whopping experiences to remind me of what I'm striving for; I guess I've never liked doing things a little bit at a time. I got pretty drunk last night and was still tipsy this morning. I've been drinking coffee like mad and feel better now, but I think I took Aleves last night and that was a very bad idea. Although I'm not feeling top notch, I have noticed the KL energy coming through very easily this morning. I don't know if it's because of my soft mental state or because of the Aleves or the coffee, but I feel today is a great day to practice. It is 9 Eb, a day of standing in one's strength and will. I think I'll go for the gold today. If I don't make it back, this journal is for everyone.
9-7-08 – That was a wonderful practice. I suppose the Salvia and Egyption Blue Lotus were completely unnecessary, but they confirmed the fact that Kunlun is strong enough by itself if you just let it be. Of course I knew that, but I always need reminders.

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