--hello.

--Hey, Bongo. Ready to rock?

And be kind to the poor souls that cry.

--Whaddya think happened?

--Looks like she almost released ya. But got caught in a little shit.

--What kind of shit?

--Dunno. Bongo. She's hiding out with phony protectors.

Who make sadistic noises.

--Whaddya see?

--Something dark and hairy, but..

--But what?

--I dunno. It's like I just kinda realized..

--Yeah, realized what?

--Stockton is Stockton. Bingo.

To end the Cold war he was born.

--It's a place of mass animal slaughter, bongo.

--Shit! Like that Konopiste place!

--Yeah, Bongo. You're little pujas in Stock-town before and after you took off, kinda started clearing something heavy.

--Like what?

--I dunno, Bingo. Come on over and light the fire. Let's take a closer look.

He has no body.

--It's the Eurasian and Sierran protectors, Dude.

--What?

--They're bumping into each other. It's hairy.

All the conflicts are coming to a head.

--She just ran off and you got hurt. But the chupa tour had to continue.

--Poor us!

--Poor all!

She still feels close though.

--Dude, when primate self asserts, pure presence is disturbed.

--Huh.

--You gotta choose the aspects of the flux out front.

--But..

--But, you gotta take care not to be disturbed by it.

Always finding refuge in presence.

--The only way to understand this is to hang out with the heavies. They are the embodiment of this presence, Bingo.

And there's different gurus with different their teachings for different beings.

--you don't need a plan to participate in the beyond, Dude.

--Why not?

--Cuz it isn't involved in possession.

--Oh?

--You just act spontaneously.

The chupa artist chose the energy seed of choice and just built a mountain out of it.

--You choose the seed by going in, Bongo.

--And you express it by going out?

--Yeah, Dude.

It was him again. What a horrible nausea. The nuts under attack at Felton. A Brazilian Nakpa threw oil on a fire. The Chupa looked at the mountains. They were the Santa Cruz kind slipping off their clothes somewhere beneath the clouds. The old Burmese monastery was deserted. A blonde girl was in the bathroom. She was all dressed in white and was roses and bonnets outside in El Paso. She seemed to be in a temporary trance. Something was ending. It was sweet. It was dense. It was now home.