I’ve put back both of the Chen-Rig Temple Prayers; they are once again to be found on the backside of the Chen-Rig Temple entry wall, just as they were before The Shift.
Don’t laugh. I know it looks funny now in the Ashram if you’re a Perm Rez, but I’m working on it… I’m restoring the Ashram, little by little, to what it was here in this Reality Zone before the mingle-mangle of mixing manifestations that scrambled it all up.
This sort of thing always happens, and every time it does, it’s Leslie Ann that’s gotta grab a mop & broom and clean up the mess, detail the cars, change the stuff that isn’t right, and generally sweep the streets with a hand-broom and a dump-cart.
Heck, that’s actually one of my oldest professional gigs.
I’d have gotten to the fixes in the Ashram earlier tonight, but I’ve been tooting away on Big Guy, my gnarly invocational didge, the one we use every night at Didge & Bells in Chen-Rig Temple.
I’ve been suggesting over the past decade that you do try to make it in there some evening. Most of the time there are only a dozen, and I know there are more who should be there.
I blow some mean trumpet; it’s not just the didge — I use Borg Native American flutes and transverse flute and recorder zen flute and even a handmade Woodstock Kazoo and a host of other intruments.
I shipped a mini-didge to our beloved SpaceBuddhaa, and she can share her experience with it on youtube, if she hasn’t already done so. It’s an amazing device, and I absolutely swear by it as a premium first & only didge!
It sounds exactly like a full-size didge, and packs double the Magickal Whallop! I only use Big Guy for ritual purposes.
Oh, if you didn’t know, I’ll be happy to order a mini-didge and paint it and ship it to you if you’d like me to paint the angels on there for you, for U.S. $225 donation, which is used to pay the cost of making it and the rest goes to support the Ashram, of course, both virtual and brick & mortar.
We must not forget that we cannot live by internet alone.
I’m currently trying to get the circular breathing from my incesssant didge-playing to go away for a change, so I can blow some jazz this coming Monday evening. I use the didge to help with my sleep-apnia, which I’ve had ever since I got to this God-Forsaken Half-Moon, Half-Planet called “urth”.
It’s not even listed in Broadside’s Map of the Milky Way Galaxy, published by XD Visipubs on Cappella XII, 104 Redfern Row in the Rigellian town of Miligapp.
If you are one of those who never left the Teaching Zone, what we call a Perm Rez, and are therefore blessed or cursed with unconflicted realities, you will undoubtedly NOT notice that several places that were recognizable in the Training Zone are totally different here in the Teaching Zone.
If you were among those unfortunate Boddhisattva-in-Training Maggot-Grunts who slogged into the mud with full 65 pound field-packs and heavy hand-grenades and rifles, and spiralled off into a miserable forced-march through Heck ten-year parallel-world training loop, and then suddenly landed without warning in this Reality Zone, where some things are different, but everyone around you is experiencing this, not just you, then believe me, I’ve seen this zillions of times — you won’t get easily used to the fact that in this Reality Zone, there is no condo, because it’s a temple space, not a living space and what’s more, it’s always been a temple space, not a condo.
In this Reality Zone, every member of the Ashram is given THEIR VERY OWN building area, living area and personal shrine. Not casual visitors, mind you — actual Ashram Members.
Every Ashram Member must have a personal area; the size of that area is up to the Ashram member; you pay for the energy you use by donation, as it was back there. Even couples have to have their very own personal space, but of course they can share the remainder. I recommend a quarter section for that purpose, which yields one part for one, one part for the other, two parts to share.
Anyone who cannot build their own residence, shrine, temple or whatever, or who needs help with building, rezzing, wearing things, getting avatar help, should and must seek help from the many bodhisattvas now present in the Ashram — that’d be you.
Yep, you now are not only authorized to take full responsibility for helping those who enter here, you are required to do so. If you have any questions about exactly how to help folks, I recommend you have a circle on it, and everyone contribute ideas.
It should never happen that we fail to deliver help. If anyone fails to get help, contact me directly. The buck stops here.
I’m rapidly working to restore the Teaching Ashram to its former glory, such as it is, and I need your help there, too, because we need to empty out the condo if anything is still left there. I need the prims to rebuild my Street of Dreams at the 1601 meters level.
In this Reality Zone, Perm Rez Rocky has always had that beach house, and Perm Rez Lorca has always had her beautiful Palm Beach Home by the water, too, and that’s the way it will be again as soon as I get this blog posted, and if, when I begin my building process, uninterrupted I will be, I’ll have the Ashram returned quite soon to Normality, whatever that is, anyway.
Oh, gosh, I almost forgot something very, very important.
I want you to drive to church.
It is vital — not merely important, but vital — that you drive your car from your homeworld space (that’s your building area in the eastern realms) to the Chen-Rig Temple, and park it there.
At the moment, you’ll see my battered old truck out there, and that’s my parking spot and don’t you make a mistake and park there, because it’s my art and it is dangerous. Actually, there’s a boundary there, and you might fall down through the crack.
Anyhow, you’ll also see SpaceBuddhaa’s Rolls-Canardly (Rolls down one hill, Canardly get up the next) out there. As it should be, of course even I, Creator of this Universe, can’t move or drive SpaceBuddhaa’s car. Her car is totally under her control and always has been, always will be; that’s why she’s a Teacher. Find out how to make your car only drive at your command, at your next building class. You need to personalize your car so no one else can drive it, see?
That’s me in my latest Leslie Ann High-Fashion Suit, and that’s SpaceBuddhaa’s supercool Rolls-Canardly parked there in front of the Temple, to demonstrate where and how you should park your car. Don’t ever forget that you are trying to parallel park in a parallel world, so it ought to work out just fine. It’s diagonal parking in a parallel universe that causes all the problems.
Normally, both she and I — and you, if and when you have a car and a piece of building soil — would park our cars at our homeworld garage or airstrip when we leave the building, except we’ll leave them where they are for now, so you can see how to park your own cars. If you’re in church, park your car there. If you’re home, park it there, If you’re shopping, come see my latest styles and park your car in my shopping mall lot.
Do in the Virtual Ashram exactly as you would do in “Real Life” and you will always be assured of Performing Right Action.
If you have a building spot of your very own, with a prim count totally under your own control, then you can easily rezz your very own car, and if you can rezz a car, you can rezz a plane and if you can rezz these things, there’s no reason in Heaven or on Urth that you can’t get in your car or fixed-wing aircraft or helicopter or any other parkable vehicle that can make it over the boundaries, to get to my Chen-Rig Temple to perform your hourly obligations!
Yes, hourly. Your Avatar can do it, but YOU need to put your Avatar in the right place at the right time to perform those Sacred Obligations. You’re not a student anymore. It’s no longer an option.
Don’t panic. I make it easy. Just go to the ICW this morning at 6:30 am and do try to be actually on time for a change. Don’t just keep promising yourself that you’ll do better; it won’t happen by itself. YOU have to jump on the Change in order to take advantage of the new options and possibilities in the New Reality.
But you can’t and mustn’t wait until the New Reality crystallizes and your memory of the Previous Reality fades into vapor.
There’s street parking at my Temple, as you’d expect of any Immortal Being such as I. There’s also attendant parking, valet parking (that’s me, when I can take a break from preaching and chanting) and a nice easily accessed grassy EZ-LANDING airfield where I keep my fastest Stealth fighters, just in case of zombie invasion. Can’t happen here? Haw, haw…you never know.
I offer driving and flying and boating classes and workshops, and we offer building classes for those who want to make their own rigs. You must build cars within our style and size limits, and that goes for aircraft and boats, too — you are allowed to build or rez certain types of small submarines, and the whole Ashram has an underwater side that you might never have seen if you’re newly arrived.
In the Ashram, you MUST travel by car, boat or aircraft whenever possible, or walk or run. Don’t use that stupid flying thing to get around. You need to be as close a model as you can to the thing itself, and in the Real World, we never fly when we can walk.
If you hang out in the Void long enough, you’ll appreciate the feel and convenience of a solid floor under your feet. Heck, you’ll appreciate just having feet.
The more you allow yourself to feel the Ashram Experience, the faster you will draw closer to your spiritual goal.
Oh, Lama Rama Ding-Dong, (one of FAXL’s very recent songs) I totally forgot to mention that the airfield next to my Chen-Rig Temple is so that you can elect to fly there instead of driving, if that’s your preference. I like to fly and teach it every day, as I have since 2007 in the Ashram Flight School, where you learn the basic skills of Astral Flight.
You are not allowed to flippy-fly (that’s when you hit the PAGE UP button and rise by your own lonesome into the air. That’s not flying, that’s Second Life Flying, and it’s worthless and teaches the WRONG habits for Astral Flight.
As an Ashram Teacher, you must of course be able to fly a passenger-carrying aircraft, which is the same set of skills you’d use in Astral Flight, so you automatically qualify.
You will be bringing tour groups to BUDDHA’S PURE LAND and the ISLE OF THE DEAD and if you don’t know how to fly, you and your tour group will crash and burn, it’s as simple as that.
With that sort of necessity, you’ll have no trouble learning how to fly a Second Life airplane and carry 10 to 50 passengers safely to their Ashram destination without leaving a heap of burning skeletal cremains somewhere in the Ashram grounds. Nobody wants that, I the least, because guess who has to come by and clean up the mess?
That’s right, Mother Leslie-Ann, because according to Sl regulations, nobody else can do the job, not at the level at which I work and sweat.
That’s okay by me; I’m quite at home with mop & bucket — those are my feline familiars here in the Ashram. Hamlet & Spook live in GODD™ at Norton Street in BRDOTOWN, an exploration, contact and chat Orb that you’ll have in your hands very soon, once I get the restoration of order here in the Ashram — that comes first, because it’s our front door for visitors, see?
Speaking of visitors, I’ve restored the START POINT, so you’ll now find yourself at Cafe Red Miguel & RM’s Guided Tours Station, where you can engage Red Miguel for a personal or group tour.
Red Miguel also has an SL art gallery in this RZ, so you might want to check that out.
You might want to stage an event that you want to host, or book someone special to give a lecture or workshop. Perhaps you have an idea for a theatrical presentation, a comedy night or open mike workspace, but you just don’t know how to even say that’s what you want to do, let alone do it.
Hey, presto, nothing could be simpler:
You have merely to message ANY of our Ashram Teachers and they will put you in touch with the individual who can best help you see your project through.
I encourage you to put in your requests for Ashram Events and help in your Ashram projects soon, because the time-slots are being eaten up fast, and I mean fast!
No two events at the same time ANYWHERE ON THE ASHRAM. It creates conflict that doesn’t need to be there. Uncle Raggy Rule: “Don’t knock yourself out where you don’t have to.”
The corollary to that is, of course, knock yourself out where it will do the most good. Try to tell that to the average American, always on the look-out for the next labor-saving device.
I have one, too. The cheapest parachute ever made, only $1.98; it opens on impact.
AUNTIE MATTER is your Official Ashram Event Planner. It is to AuntiMatter that all requests for events and for help in staging, publicizing and planning such events must come. She is the Final Arbiter of any conflicts in this arena.
Speaking of comedy clubs, and I was, you’ll note that my comedy club on the Street of Dreams is notably absent. I can account for that. I deliberately pulled it off the mark in the Previous, in order to “mark” the spot for myself, as you’d do with a spit-moistened thumb on a white wall before tacking in a frame hanger.
Argh. What an image. But that IS what you do if you hang a lot of pictures, and I do negotiate a LOT of Shifts & Turns.
One of the very best comedy exercises I ever came across was the gimmick of everyone in the class learning the same joke and then each one tells it exactly the same. From this, you can eliminate most of the variables, down to timing, timing and timing.
That’s just one of the exercises I’ll be demonstrating at the Comedy Club part of the upcoming Labor Day Convention, at which we’ll be having at least FOUR Movements Workshops, totalling some 8 hours of movements training, maybe more.
T and I are working hard to accomplish everything we need to provide you with as long before the workshop as we possibly can, to assure that you’ll have the materials in hand by workshop time, only a few DAYS from now!!!
Oh, boy, soon it’ll be Halloween, my favorite holiday!
Ahem, sorry for that little outburst, but I DO get excited about now with all the signs and portents of autumn and winter — you can hear the wolves howling in the distance from way out here, all the way across five miles or more, from a point just exactly in the middle of the narrow brick-walled alley just outside the Owl Tavern on Mill Street.
If you don’t already know it, when you sign up for the Labor Day Convention, you get a FREE full-color poster with ALL the movement postures on it, and that’s the work of many, under T.’s direction. She is Master of the Dance, and to her shall all questions go for resolution.
You will note that her Ancient Dances Studio on the Street of Dreams is not actually there yet; it’s in another area. That’s the config for the Previous, so pardon our dust while we renovate, it’ll be up again soon, for those Perm Residents who didn’t know where it had gone.
Perm Rez is what you become in one of the upcoming shifts. Some of you are already there, so you won’t notice the changes except by the Ashram Signs & Portents, another of those “notably absent” things that I’ll get around to fixing when I’m able to get around to it.
Every Ashram Member Shall Have a Personal Building Area.
Please don’t forget that, and that’s where you can build your home in paradise; what you make of your home in the Ashram is what you will enjoy or endure when you get there, which is now, from here.
It is all so complicated.
I hear you. But it isn’t. All you need to do is LET GO of the previous Reality anytime you experience a shift, that’s all.
Heck-darn, that’s what we’ve been trying to tell you all along.
See You At The Top!!!
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