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Nov. 18th, 2003 11:32 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
la_belle_laideOh, right. The rest of the seminar was mostly great, except that on Sunday morning I tried to get out of bed for the last class, but my back was such a wreck that turning over was breathtakingly (and surprisingly) painful--so much so that I had my flight changed to that night so I could go to the chiropractor on Monday. It had been hurting before I even left for the seminar, due to some dumbass thing or another that I had done. But on Saturday night we had that party, like I mentioned, and I probably had no business doing "Maunaleo", and, well, that's what I get. ;)
So, though on Sunday I stayed around till around 4 PM, and I did eventually get (really late) to the class and tried to take some notes (which didn't work b/c someone was talking to me,) I did go home on Sunday night. I had a connecting flight, and ended up in the same cab and on the same flight as a Hula dancer whom I know very well. We had a lot of catching up to do, so it was pretty cool.
During the afternoon, she and I and a few other older dancers (she's 43--this is significant later,) took the bus down to the Hilo Hattie store on International Drive. It was great. The prices were so reasonable that I did a lot of Christmas shopping there and had to have some stuff shipped home. :) Then we went to lunch with Auntie Kai and her family, and that was really terrific.
So finally we go to the airport, this dancer and I, and we listen to CDs on my laptop while waiting to board, and then we finally get on line for boarding. (We both had our ipu hekes with us and we wanted to get seats where we could put them in the overhead compartments; that's why we were standing on line for so long.)
While we're in the queue, we (as we usually do,) end up in a bizarre metaphysical conversation. Eventually we get on the subject of meaning, existance, dreams, the Sight, and life and death, and finally she tells me that she's known since she was a child that she's going to die when she's fifty. She just knows: she dreams of herself as a fifty year old lying in a pool of her own blood on the highway. Conversation went something like this:
Her: "I'm going to die when I'm 50."
Me: "How the hell can you possibly know that?"
Her: "I've Seen it. You know; Seen it."
Me: "Dreams are usually more symbolic; Death doesn't usually mean literal death."
Her: "This time it does, but I'm okay with it. I've known it all my life, so I'm ready for it."
Me: "But why have these visions if you're not going to do anything about it, to try to change it? What's the point of being psychic if you don't try to change the bad things you see?"
Her: "It's my destiny to die young."
Me: "I don't believe in absolute destiny. I think that everyone has a little bit of destiny, but a lot of free will."
Her: *Shrug* "Maybe. Time to board the plane."
By and by I realize that this conversation sounds **~~!!REALLY FRIGGING FAMILIAR!!~~** and in spite of it all, I start cracking up. I had to stop and explain to her that we'd just pretty much done the dialogue to a story I'd written years ago, (some of you know the one,) and I informed her that in the story, we were both really hot guys. She asked me if the guy whose dialogue she had done had eventually lived and I told her, "Yes. Well first no, then yes. Yes. He does live."
O_O
Anyway, so that was interesting.
So now I'm home, with a head full of mele and chants and ideas and images. This is as good a place as any to dump them all out. Can only fit so much at a time, you know. ;)
So, though on Sunday I stayed around till around 4 PM, and I did eventually get (really late) to the class and tried to take some notes (which didn't work b/c someone was talking to me,) I did go home on Sunday night. I had a connecting flight, and ended up in the same cab and on the same flight as a Hula dancer whom I know very well. We had a lot of catching up to do, so it was pretty cool.
During the afternoon, she and I and a few other older dancers (she's 43--this is significant later,) took the bus down to the Hilo Hattie store on International Drive. It was great. The prices were so reasonable that I did a lot of Christmas shopping there and had to have some stuff shipped home. :) Then we went to lunch with Auntie Kai and her family, and that was really terrific.
So finally we go to the airport, this dancer and I, and we listen to CDs on my laptop while waiting to board, and then we finally get on line for boarding. (We both had our ipu hekes with us and we wanted to get seats where we could put them in the overhead compartments; that's why we were standing on line for so long.)
While we're in the queue, we (as we usually do,) end up in a bizarre metaphysical conversation. Eventually we get on the subject of meaning, existance, dreams, the Sight, and life and death, and finally she tells me that she's known since she was a child that she's going to die when she's fifty. She just knows: she dreams of herself as a fifty year old lying in a pool of her own blood on the highway. Conversation went something like this:
Her: "I'm going to die when I'm 50."
Me: "How the hell can you possibly know that?"
Her: "I've Seen it. You know; Seen it."
Me: "Dreams are usually more symbolic; Death doesn't usually mean literal death."
Her: "This time it does, but I'm okay with it. I've known it all my life, so I'm ready for it."
Me: "But why have these visions if you're not going to do anything about it, to try to change it? What's the point of being psychic if you don't try to change the bad things you see?"
Her: "It's my destiny to die young."
Me: "I don't believe in absolute destiny. I think that everyone has a little bit of destiny, but a lot of free will."
Her: *Shrug* "Maybe. Time to board the plane."
By and by I realize that this conversation sounds **~~!!REALLY FRIGGING FAMILIAR!!~~** and in spite of it all, I start cracking up. I had to stop and explain to her that we'd just pretty much done the dialogue to a story I'd written years ago, (some of you know the one,) and I informed her that in the story, we were both really hot guys. She asked me if the guy whose dialogue she had done had eventually lived and I told her, "Yes. Well first no, then yes. Yes. He does live."
O_O
Anyway, so that was interesting.
So now I'm home, with a head full of mele and chants and ideas and images. This is as good a place as any to dump them all out. Can only fit so much at a time, you know. ;)
