The Dawn of Ecstasy’s Dreaming – Page 17

by on March 7, 2024 at 2:00 pm
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The End of the Tunnel

I am four days away from my last treatment. I got a sweet text and Minion’s meme from a friend, “Let the Countdown Begin, 4 days!!, BAAAA!” Thanks Prem! Man, it’s been a tough ride. As I write this, I turn my head and feel the full crispiness of my neck as the skin burns and feels sticky and itchy. I’m beginning to peel. There is not enough aloe gel in the world I can put on my crispified neck these days as the taste of metal is pretty prominent in my always foaming mouth, which I oddly feel I’m getting used to. I can taste a tiny bit of my food at times, and seem to really get into texture for any sort of enjoyment of food which is rare right now. The best dish– steel cut oatmeal! Never thought I’d look more forward to a bowl than these here radiation days.

To think some of the other patients I greet in the waiting room each morning are doing the same treatment to more… ahem sensitive areas blows me away. Human beings are tough. To distract myself, I’ve been having a blast creating Diamond Eye’s trailers for the Last Khoorlrhani Warrior. It’s so great because, though I liked my first run of trailers, It occurred to me that using AI might be a smart way to get a strong visual reference. It’s great (thanks James). I’ve done quite a few and have compiled many into reels that I have streaming on YouTube and Instagram.

This weekend I, Santosha Ma, and Prem got to see the next installment of Dune, Dune part II. They treated me, joined me to lift my spirits as I endure this treatment.  I love them. What to say, about Dune 2? Well, I thought though it was well done technically and Paul and Chani were fun in Act I to Act II, and all movements of the story were captured, I felt It was too heavy-handed by the time we get to Act III. The three of us went to lunch before hand and I struggled to get a grilled cheese sandwich down for two reasons. First, the cooks at the restaurants could not seem to get it together and melt cheese between bread quickly enough to have all three of us served, but whatever, as secondly I was not chomping at the bit for it really– tasteless radioactive goo between more goo. Instead I picked at the crisp French fries offered. We just chatted, and talked as showtime approached. In the theater, the Dolby Atmos system in the theater blasted away which didn’t help for the scenes of  Bat-man-like “PRAYTOME,” overwrought performances from the Benne Gesserite characters.

“I think, it really was a stark telling of the story. I found that a bit disturbing.” I said to Santosha Ma

“You thought that, eh? Yes it doesn’t romanticize the elements this time around does it, like the last ones ?” she said. She was talking about the science fiction channel versions we enjoyed a decade or so ago.
I started to think how Dennis Villenuve’s adaptation  painted the harsh contrasting edges of belief, religion, culture and even the occult, better than the novel.

“It’s interesting how from everyone’s point of view their struggle is the righteous one.”  I said.
“There’s really not much here (this realm) only the contrast to react to.” Santosha Ma said as I listened in the back seat of her hummer.

“I mean the Pandavas fought their war to restore themselves but to what end?” I wondered aloud.
“They had Krishna.” Prem said, driving.
“The Pandavas had to be convinced to react too, to enter the battle, because they were very young naive souls”

The ‘One’ is in the eye of the beholder…

I thought  the above in internal-whispered-dialog-mode (see old Kyle McLaughlin Dune movie), struggling with the uncomfortable lines of thought that there is only what IS despite expected outcomes. The fervor and belief systems, and dreams of righteousness are only window dressing.

… unless the inner eye diminishes.

I can’t say I hated the movie, but it made me uncomfortable.


And so the Truthteller rows the boat, in care of the child of his Sadhana, all while on the rocky seas of embodiment, dangers abounding, sharks, dragons, and bad weather, not knowing what to do. Relax, she says. We are only encouraged to write our story, live it and lose our ego’s (inner ‘I’) along the way.  Until next month! I’m enjoying this new rhythm of creativity. So many new lovely new elements joining the dance.

 

I love you Santosha Ma!