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Dream Santa

7:43am JST Sunday 26 December 2004

I went downstairs to the hottub pool area, got undressed and went in. I was surprised to see women in the tub; it was the men's side I had entered. I knew I was allowed to be there naked; always had in the past. I jumped into the pool and the lifeguard came up to me on the side of the pool, asking me why I had jumped in so quickly. "Well," I confided, looking around to see who else could hear, "I was getting a bit of an erection, so I jumped into the hot water to make it shrink." I explained to her that there are times that men get erections for no apparent reason. That had been one of those times.

I was talking to the UPS guy who balked at helping me report a damaged package and got a little silly during package dilivery; he sat on the floor and layered himself in my laundry, like throwing a shirt on as a hat and wrapping pants around his shoulders. He finally produced the documents I had to fill out to report a damaged package.

I went to see Santa and I brought him a couple things; a big plastic candy cane and a ring of lights around a sytrofoam ring and something else, and I acted like a little kid as I gave them to him, and he broke character a couple of times, not to mention a woman dressed as Santa with a moustache had come out earlier and then Santa with red hair slicked under his white hair came out and we were joking arond a bit and when it came time for me to tell him what I wanted, I was afraid I might cry cause I would say I wanted to figure out what is messed up in my life; and I wanted to understand myself, but before I got a chance to see what would happen, he was getting a phone call, and starting his car which was vibrating and showing all kinds of crazy trajectories and vectors and images of stuff and it turns out he was Santa, or he had the power of Santa to fly in a Cadillac, and he was just about to go when my alarm wnent off.

Fred called me!

2:54pm JST Sunday 26 December 2004

Fred called me! I was in the middle of throngs of animals at the quintark station, all reading to themselves, paying no attention to the world around them. I explained to Fred how quintarks work, and he was like, "wow."

I'm happy that my phone maintained connection while I was in the building. Fred told me about a flag having done the moonwalk so he froze his face and hands off while riding his bike back from getting Bill's present. When we get rich, we're going to make a bicycle that does the moonwalk. I thought of that idea, but didn't tell Fred; I'm sure he'll approve, though.

I'll call him back in a few hours when I get off work.

Vedanta edu.org

7:57pm JST Sunday 26 December 2004

Wow.

OM had a bit of a party after work on the last working day of the year: cheese and crackers and champagne and after Jen left, OM continued to tell me the story of how he got started with quintarks and then I offered my little story of how I'm looking for what I want to do when I grow up, and I told him how I'm interested in doing field research in out-of-body experiences. I didn't actually say "field research," but I like the term as applied to this field of study.

He told me he used to study under a swami in India, Swami-G (sp) "who must be 80 by now and could be dead, but let's look him up (online) and give them a call."

So we looked them up and found www.vedanta-edu.org, and OM called and Swami-G's daughter came on the phone and she remembered Ian though they haven't spoken in 10 years! She chatted with me a bit on the phone and asked me to send her an email describing myself and blah blah blah and we'll see if I could maybe rock out there to study with them!

Ooooooooooooo. Wow.

And I mean that in the non-sarcastic way.

I've always wanted to study under a swami, the way the guy who wrote Way of the Peaceful Warrior studied under Socrates and the way Ram Daas studied under some guy who took a huge hit of acid and said, "it's okay, but nothing compared to meditation."

Now I know a guy who knows a swami. Who is 80 and still kickin' it.

Hello!

I spoke with you earlier today; I was too excited to remember what you
asked me to write, but let's see what comes out:

I'm Rob Nugen, from Houston, Texas, where I lived for most of my
growing up and adult life.  In September 1994, I had a traumatic head
injury which left me unconscious for 8 or 12 hours during which time
(my friends told me) the doctor told them I might not survive, might
stay in a coma, might have amnesia, might never walk again.  I left
the hospital after 4 days, with no amnesia, able to walk, and a
distinct feeling that a complete recovery must mean I am destined to
do something else in my life.

After that, my professional psychic friend said that while I was
unconscious, my angels told me what I was supposed to do with my life.
I don't consciously remember that.  When I'm ready, she said, I can
go into meditation and ask them what they said.  Apparently, I haven't
been ready.

After that time I synchronistically met a man who is a professional
palm reader.  He said our palms describe where we are in our lives
now, and our fingerprints tell what we are supposed to do in our
lives.   For everyone at the palm reading party he said things like,
"you're supposed to be a good mother; you're supposed to be a
psychologist; you're supposed to learn how to protect your emotions;
etc," except me.

To me he said, "you're supposed to do something for the world."   When
I heard that, I began to cry; I already knew in my heart it was true.

In 1996 I went to The Monroe Institute
(http://www.monroeinstitute.org) for a week program after I became
interested in out-of-body experiences.  I was anxious for such an
experience, and I told a friend of mine.  She is a woman who watches
my crown chakra while speaking to me.  She seems to see things other
people cannot.  She said, "later, you'll find that out-of-body
experiences are simple and just the beginning.  But for now,
patience."

Sigh.

From 2000 to 2002, I was engaged to be married.  We owned a house in
Houston.  A life existed for me, but I became afraid to commit.  I
broke up with my fiance.  We sold the house.  she moved to California
and has since gotten married.  I drove 11,000 miles around the US.
The trip was long, fun and difficult, but when I finished, I thought,
"I should have ridden my bicycle."

I moved to Tokyo, Japan in March 2003.   I have been in Tokyo since that time.

In March or April 2005, I plan to ride my bicycle from Tokyo 500
kilometers to Hokkaido, the north island of Japan.  I am not committed
to anyone but myself to do this ride, which is why I said I am
completely free after March.

To follow my heart-plan, I should ride my bicycle a long way, but it
doesn't have to be to Hokkaido; I'm not tied to that destination.  I
could ride toward India.

When I hear or come up with "good ideas," I often fall in love with
them very quickly and and want to dive in immediately.  Sometimes I
give up just as quickly.   Sometimes I don't.  If I'm still excited
after I've ridden my bicycle somewhere, I'll come visit you guys.

If you have any questions or anything, let me know.

     Peace
     - Rob