Wow.

My cat that I don't have? His name is Captain. And he told me a story.

Capt has a very dear friend who supplied him with two bag loads of very, very fine changa. Lucky cat to have such a fine friend. But it all ran out because he likes it too much.

So capt made his own spice. But Capt is a pretty hyperactive cat, and when he was making spice, he was busy, busy, busy all the time. So what he got was his very own hyperfuckingactive spice.

Captain, my captain smoked a few bowls of caapi tonight, feeling all loverly. And tried his own spice in a nice leaf bed of yet more sacred vine; but his scales don't measure less than 0.1g so he eyeballed what could have been 50mg or 90.

He burns some Palo Santo those nivce folks at Maya sent him for free. Smells weirdly alien, yet familiar.

It all happened at least a million miles an hour. Red electric geometry, faster than bullets or cheetahs or light beams. Whizzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

Into the palace, at breakneck speed. Eventually. She's there. "Do try to remember... " she smiles, wryly. As if. says the cat.Impossible. I have been dissolved.

Whooooooooooosh ... out to the right into the land of vines. It's time to meet the MONKEY KING. He's the one whipping jim jam around like he owns it all, and he's just oozing king-ness, and power. Good? Bad? No matter. But the Captain of My Soul can't see the monkey king's face, because it's just moving about too much. like whzzz-jellyfuckation-stuff ....

Back in the vine hyperspace, and its all Women. They have an Armada of delicate but powerful PeaceShips (as opposed to warships) but fuck knows what they are doing or where they are going ... but they like that the Admiral's burning the Palo Santo. and they set to work cuddling into him, fix him up some with some love and healing.

Obviously, my cat that I don't have (becaue a cat isn't something you have, is it?) is bonkers. But has anyone ever met the monkey king?

Nice

No I haven't met the monkey king in person, but when I read that in the subject line I thought you were talking of an old chinese story of the same name. It's interesting you noted the colour red though. My changa voyages always seem quite very red. Even smoked spice on sub-lingual THH is very red.

Thanks, Soulfood ... great tip. I will look up Chinese folk stories about the Monkey King ... my cat wants to know who he is.

"Monkey King is a rebellious extraordinary being, born out of a rock, fertilized by the grace of Heaven, Being extremely smart and capable, he learned all the magic tricks from a master Taoist,being able to transform himself into seventy-two different images such as a tree, a bird, a beast of prey or a bug as small as a mosquito so as to sneak into an enemy's belly to fight him inside or out.

Using clouds as a vehicle he can travel 180,000 miles a single somersault and a huge iron bar that supposedly serves as ballast of the seas and can expand or shrink at its owner's command as his favorite weapon in his later feats.

He claims to be the king in defiance of the only authority over heaven, the seas, the earth and the subterranean world -- Yu Huang Da Di, or the "Great Emperor of Jade" in Chinese."

Wow. Formidable being.

The monkey king has made his presence very clear to me on numerous occasions!
Both up in [mind]trees, and morphing through the hyperspace tech.
Awesome.

if i had a dime for every monkey i've encountered in hyperspace.....

glad you met him too! my lovely love ms. munki herself met a monkey in hyperspace just two days ago!! what gives? everything's coming up MONKEYS!!!

....just don't monkey with the monkey....that's all i'm suggesting..

L&G!!

I never cease to be amazed that we see the same things. I shouldn't be astonished, but I am! He was a brand new entity for me - out of nowhere, and as you say, up a mindtree :_))

click click whirr ... ms munki ... AAAAH! 88's monkey brain catches up slowly

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If any of them. I mean ANY of them..fling poo my way....I'm holding YOU responsible.

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It was Jim Jam poo, and he was flinging that stuff all over the place! I'd tell him to be nice, but I doubt he'll listen ...

woah... the hyperspacial feacal fling. I wouldn't want to be the elf that cleans that up!