Date: Wed, 31 Jan 1996 06:05:57 -0700
Title: Move the #@*&% Mug!

"I can't tell you HOW it happens, for chris sakes!  I make it happen. Period.
It happens.  Something moves, someone can't move... It happens."
Sis is becomming impatient with Claire.  She can see that Claire believes
her and she knows Claire is actually concerned about her but nothing Sis can
say satisfies her curiosity.

"Did you learn how to do any of this hypnotism-stuff during those years you
spent in China, or wherever is was?" Claire asks.

"One of the monks, a Greek I think, acted as my nestor, or ghuru I guess
you'd call him.  He helped me find the pathway beyond solipsism, beyond self-
involvement and even beyond others and their consciousness..."

"Holy shit!  'Pathway?'  'Beyond others' consciousness?'  Those are just
words, Sis.  How do you MAKE th' FUCKING MUG MOVE!?"
She picks the mug up, motions to the bartender and points at it.
Then she asks Sis, "You gonna tell me or WHAT?"

The beer mug pulls free of Claire's outstretched arm, makes a bee-line at the
bartop a few feet away, and sets down with a thump directly in front of the
bartender. He takes hold of the bar with both hands, steadying himself.

"That'll save him a trip," Sis says.  "The nestor also told me I'd go through
what he called a deuterogenesis.  He believed that I would later develop
skills I need to control the  power within me."  Sis pauses and adds, "He
was the one who told me I have been possessed."  Sis glances up and follows
Claire's stare to the bartender who's color has turned to a pale green. He's
still hanging on to the bar, eyes fixed on the recently deposed mug.

"Wanna bet he doesn't make it to the head?"  Claire laughs.

*Nes.tor \'nes-t*r, -.to.(*)r\ n [L, fr. Gk Nesto-r] 1: an aged and wise
counselor of the Greeks in the Trojan War often not cap  2: one who is a
patriarch or leader in his field.

*so.lip.sism \'so--l*p-.siz-*m, 'sa:l-*p-\ \'so--l*p-s*st, 'sa:l-*p-s*-'lip-\
\.so--l*p-'sis-tik, .sa:l-*p-\ n [L solus alone + ipse self] : a theory
holding that the self can know nothing but its own modifications and that
the
self is the only existent thing - so.lip.sist n.

*deu.tero.gen.e.sis \.d(y)u:t-*-ro--'jen-*-s*s\ n : the appearance of a new
adaptive character late in life.


Wednesday,
Hmmmmmph-Day,
half way!
later,
d.



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