Breaking IN

My name is Lea Lani. I was born in 1979, had an awesome childhood in the 80s, hit those rough and tumble teenage years in the straight crazy 90s, and since the millenium have been tumbling through my roaring twenties. Whew, I read in my astrology book that Saturn is returning to my natal chart right now...apparently that means a burning inferno and crumbling of ALL that was not working...I know that when the universe points me in a direction, that I better listen.

Lea: Goddess of canoe building one of her kinolau (body form) is Elepai`o-A little forest bird that guides to the proper tree for cutting down. Warns of tree being bad by landing on the tree and pecking on it, showing the wood is damaged or bugs in the tree.

Lani: Heaven, Sky

My name is my blessing. Naming is important, sounds create the universe entire. I read today that some people (1 in 200) see colors when they hear a sound. How trippy is that! If that were me (and it was the time I ate some LSD) I would do nothing but make sounds come out of my mouth and other people's. I would sit back and watch while the colors mixed.

"Now say it slowly!"

"Quicker, like a chop chop!"

Well, if I was a synesthete (for that's what they are called by the Scientists) I probably would be used to it...born with it, so it doesn't seem special. That's the thing about perception...its so subjective, how would we even figure out if we were a synesthete? And are there various levels of this mixing, blending, overlapping, or otherwise scrambling of the conventionally conceived (5) partitions between the sense apparatus? Gawd if only I could remember that LSD trip I took back the night before President George Dubba declared war on Iraq after 9/11. It felt like I was in a fishbowl that morning, and listening on the radio to the national anouncement. This was in Salt Lake, and if memory serves (which sometimes it doesn't) it was also the morning of the Sunday service for the LDS General Conference. Anyways, sugarcube, and wow, the afghan that covered me sitting on the couch was moving...not the afghan, but the colors that were running through it...and I perceived that all the colors in the room were liquidating like that, moving, moving, in all different ways, but to one rhythm you know?