Logo: 'HEART': THIRTY-FIVE FOOT CORONADO SLOOP THAT I OWN
Awakening---
--The nausea having abated, the enormous amounts of fluids consumed flushing out the drugs and chemicals from my system, it became increasingly appealing to me to stretch muscles, roll over off the mat and even to attempt to stand in the cramped area that had been my quarters for some unknown stretch of time. My initial good physical condition standing me in good stead, just a little time and effort is required to shrug off the enforced lethargy and join the world of the living.
--Well, the world of the living is most assuredly within my reach, as the chillingly heart-clutching sensations of conscious exposure preceding the unexpected introduction of an unknown life-form or culture or breath-taking panorama of reality and heralded by the uninterrupted, muted chanting and ululations from just beyond the portal of my chamber, enticingly portends. The weighted canvas panel covering the opening of my habitation-space is easily moved to one side, hung from a horizontal rod by rings of a curious rubbery fiber, and here spread before my eyes is an apparent island of green and brown set in the midst of the gray-green swells of the Pacific Ocean; at least that was what it was called when I last took a noon sight.
--What!…two slim brown hands grasping my wrists, pulling me out of my habitat into a chest-to-chest embrace with a young female as naked as I,
only two string bikini briefs preventing our immediate joining; her warm, dry breasts pressing into mine with a confidence born of pride and empathy, her arms embracing me as a friend and lover.
--You’re awake…all these days I’ve waited,,,, Come, take my hand,,,, I am Yuko,,,
you are my promised one….Let us be real... My love, he smells like an outhouse ,,,,
come, we must bathe.
Stumbling after her, what is this place? …..why do you welcome me?
Bright, bubbling laughter, her hands and body emoting vibrantly, generously, no, no, no, ,,,, you don’t understand , …. but how could you. Darling, ,,,, consider the concept of ‘welcome’, but with the qualification that we, the builders of Seaheart, have no other way to deal with one whom we honor as if he were our father, that dreamer who conceived of a virtual ‘atlantis’ among Pacific swells.
Enough of this idle chatter, …. do you enjoy uncleanliness and abusing the senses and sensibilities of your children?
Throughout our rambling ambulation along living (I am overcome by the sense and the quality of life, of being, in all the new introduced components of Seaheart), along living pathways, under spreading green palms, over mosses, across waterways, I see men and women and children, working, sleeping, playing, making love, in all ways enjoying the lush habitat and pleasant weather.
Groups of young boys and girls, paired, play some social game which involves brushing citrus juices over all parts of each other’s bodies, evoking much laughter, fondling, kissing, licking, loving.
Yuko, Yuko, … what are these children doing? … where are their parents? … what of morals?
John, … those of your old world would call these actions ‘foreplay’ because the moral code of their ancestors and their ancestor’s means of survival required profit-oriented behavior.
We of Seaheart were among the first to recognize that with the realized advances in knowledge and technology, only irrational behavior would prevent us from restructuring our moral protocols, and indeed our modes of living, with pleasure in conscious living as our only goal; and self-consciousness our only means. Let us proceed slowly, carefully; you have much to learn, that is , of the specifics, as you well know and understand the principles of elegant life.
-----As to your second question, over there ,,,, and there…..pointing to several couples of adults lying and sitting around the park, Yuko, with hand signs and body-English, directs my attention to their figures, some configured as a ‘6’ closely ‘enlimbed’ with a ‘9’, and others just close. As you can readily see, this is a relaxed time of recreation. Work is done ..time to play.
By giving less and less service to irrational practices and the supernatural, and more and more attention to awareness of reality and a ‘supernurtural’ protocol, we have more time and energy for really enjoying the human experience, the living of human life as the gods of Plato, Socrates and Aristotle.
Continuing our walk through the park, with it’s many diversions, we came at last to a border of ferns and rhododendrons. Yuko pushed through a gate of sorts, leading me onto a wooden platform above a sandy beach extending around the arc of the island’s shore at each hand.
Tanned islanders of all ages were swimming in the ocean or reclining in what appeared to be fresh water pools recessed in the planks of the platform and located at regular intervals on this esplanade.
Beyond the mole or breakwater sailboats and sailboards abounded, performing rapid evolutions of sail in the fresh WSW breeze.
Yuko, crossing the 10 m of sand, stepped into the water and bade me to follow. I stepped off the sandy beach onto a sandy platform beneath the surface which allowed me to transition from beach to 200 mm deep platform, to 2 km deep ocean over a space of 10 m.
The ocean water, as Yuko and I bathed, was cool in temperature, yet not as cool as I expected at this latitude; the Japan current must warm these waters I suspected and Yuko brightly confirmed.
I further expressed concern at swimming in the open ocean, entering the environmental food-chain, so to speak, but Yuko demonstrated the presence of a close-mesh, weighted net that loomed 3 m below us, protecting our tasty bodies from unwanted diners.
As Yuko and I finished our ablutions and reclined on a couple of curious, shaped wooden supports, we noticed a bronzed young man and his companion, a slim, dark-haired lady, approaching us along the esplanade. Abe, Druilla, come on and join us, meet John, our latest immigrant from the USA.... Yuko, John, I'm so excited, as I was telling Abe, I saw the frog again, just a shimmering form of a green and yellow-white froggy, seen as if through turbulent water, like in the hot-tub up by the heater-lenses; see, I'm learning insightful, mindful meditation, sitting in the warm water with the water-jets turned on, just noticing all the conditioned senses sort of fading out and then with a sense of pleasantness and a rising of the diaphragm this grinning frog with his main purpose at the moment to make me smile and to give this thought: "yes, we all share it". See, I had been meditating on consciousness and the four noble truths and it's wonderful, to have this affirmation of the fundamental configuration of reality, a gift from a frog, and this great beaming smile rising out of my breast.........
And I was just telling her what truly lovely breasts she has,,,,,Oh Abe, you're forgetting to restrain your impulses and to match your words and actions to appropriate social environments...John, see that scar on Abe's shoulder? He has been sentenced to a year of remote PAA (PLACE-ATTITUDE-ACTION) surveillance because of his poor judgement and abuse of our trust. This is serious business and I suggest that we go camp in the fern forest and talk moral philosophy. I've only just learned this doctrine myself, but what better way to finalize learning than to teach it.
Come on !! There is a spot nearby that has a guitar on site for Abe to keep busy with while we all do some schooling.
----SCHOOLING-----, to be continued at S.H. (5.3)
You see: we have here a secluded nest of lounge-type supports with a cabinet to store musical instruments, guitar, flute, drums, et cetera, and another cabinet for sensory enhancement supplies, antiseptics and sperm collection and logistics. If you will all get comfortable and natural, that is, if we can all get naked and close, we can begin.
TO BE CONTINUED
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