I'm not sure I understand that. This thread got some attention because people
wanted to talk about something. I am stoked that there's finally something I wanted
to post about. You should know that I am a touch older than you lot and happen to be
comfortable with darkness, cynisism and I am coming down with a case of visionary fatigue.
I did not start the pod to be a hang out for one type of person, though it seems to have
slid far left and filled up with shanti-ed out energy hippies I do not believe in the relevance
of tarot readings nor do I believe, for myself, half the things that get posted about in the fora.
It doesn't mean I want to drop into threads and tell the posters that it's all a bedtime story.
This place is for everyone and their thoughts and creative flow.
Most people posting here now have no idea what this place used to be like.
There was tons of activity and interaction, mad posting... an old crew that is all but gone now.
Many of them stopped posting because there was a shift in content, language and view point
that made them feel on the outside rather than included. They have told me as much.
So if I seem a little touchy that is why.
I am an Earthling. I do not concider my art to be visionary so much as imaginative/fantasy.
Art is vionsry. To call it visionary on top of that based on the inclusion of more layers or ancient
symbols we half understand doesn't make sense to me.
I think this thread is brilliant and might need a new name and location
Thank for sharing.
Yodel, the first time my right lung collapsed (Spontaneous Pneumothorax) was in 9th grade.
It was a 25% collapse (my worst) and felt like someone stuck a big knife in me and left it there.
By the time I was 18 it had happened two more times and on the third I was advised to get an
operation. During the operation the anesthesiologist scraped my throat to hard with a plastic
tube and caused 45 minutes of internal bleeding. After that was under control the power went
out and the generators kicked on. At the time the procedure was to cut the latissimus dorsi muscle,
spread the ribs and remove the affected area of lung, which they did. The top third of my lung had 40
more "blebs" or blisters on it that would be prone to popping. A couple days after the surgery I contracted
staphylococcus pneumonia which started to fill my one working lung with fluid. After a month and a half
in the hospital I was 168 pounds at 6'5", pale, weak and mentally broken. The presiding surgeon went
on vacation and the new guy looked at me case and told me my main problem was being in the hospital.
He sent me home and I started to recover right away. By the time a doctor told me I could exercise again
I had already been playing basketball. I have an 11 1/2" scar on my right side.