A few years ago, following a vocal cord surgery, I was not allowed to speak for 2 weeks. Fortunately my friend C was kind enough to meet me at café, and patient enough to collaborate with me in typing out our conversation on my laptop. I can’t remember which of us wrote what, but it felt important that at least one of us could say what is transcribed here: 

Lost Pedestrian, do you believe it’s possible to physically teleport yourself through meditation or other psychic technique?

I think some people might be able to do it… I assumed that is how you got here today

No actually I rode my bike.. I wish I could have though. Maybe one can train to attain this ability? Do you think this is possible?

I am not really sure, but I believe people who believe they have experienced this. I had a room-mate in college who would go off on TM retreats and come back with stories of learning to levitate, or I’m not sure what the word for this is… he could think of something, say an ice cream cone, and make it materialize. I’m not kidding. In Iowa City.

I believe it. Could you eat the ice cream cone? Was it real? That’s like jesus Christ making food for thousands of people out of a few fi

I can’t remember if it was actually physically edibly there, but I know he wasn’t the kind to lie or make up stories. I believe that he was able to reach some sort of state that was real for him in that way

I believe it totally, sure.   Desire is the creator

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that’s a beautiful 4 word sentence

thanks but I think I read it somewhere. have you ever read be here now by ram dass?

no, but I might be the only 1 who hasn’t

Oh, I didn’t know it was that popular

it used to be. Before

“before”

yes, before…

have you read it?

Yes

Be fore, Lost Pedestrian

Be   Fore

Yes its strange to have memories of things that happened before

Is it all in your head?

Where are the memories?

Is it another plane where everything is happening at the same time?

But every person remembers an event differently subjectively

So are there infinite billions of universes around us all the time

You ask some of the best questions. I can only speak for me… last night I went to a movie and then the night before a play and with each of them I kept disappearing and missing entire pieces or dialog or scenes and I’m not sure where I went. I just wasn’t quite in the present. But I don’t know if where I went was another universe.

Isn’t is so strange how that happens? Sometimes I will walk places and suddenly I am there.  speaking of being in the present and following the Tolstoy theme from last time we talked I went into Chicago comics and there was a storybook based on a short story by Tolstoy and it really changed my life. Really my life has been changed since we last talked I will email the story to you or something its about being in the present.

That sounds a mazing… a short story that could change your life… in a comic store…

Yeah thanks for bringing the Tolstoy book last time, I was really impressed by the two lines I read from it. By the way I read that the first impression you have when you first look at a person, in the first 3 seconds all the subconscious/conscious data you process in your brain, is a pretty much accurate understanding of the person even if you’ve known them longer… do you think this is true/false?

• First of all when it’s about male female relationships I feel like it takes the topic of assumptions/instincts to a whole other level even if it is friendship, you had a past relationship, etcetc, I hope this makes sense
• Secondly yes it happens I don’t enjoy it when my negative thoughts/presumptions taint the relationship.. I don’t know if taint is a good word to use, but it takes away from good potential sometimes for me and that’s disappointing
• Oh thirdly I had nothing but good vibes for you from you when we first met too

Maybe our tentative idealistic goal for the month should be to honestly ask people about our insecurities when they come up but I know this is probably impossible in 90% of situations.

I have a terrible story… do you want to hear it… I had sort of an “opening” for a new aquarium (like maybe around the time I was in art school) … it was a 2^nd aquarium…. With goldfish… anyway, someone at the party stretched back like this, but much faster and harder, his elbow crashing into the goldfish aquarium cracking it, and there where goldfish everywhere on the floor. But I quickly gathered them into a plastic something.

I did a performance once with my friend D (another Greek) and all I remember about it is that we were passing a basketball to each other and we had a goldfish in a bowl on a pedestal, with a microphone next to it. And we had a monolog of some sort on pre-recorded tape… thus creating the illusion that the goldfish was narrator.