I guess if your very name spells DOOM to the underworld you only need one issue. Check the cigarette that does not seem to be lit, and the smoking gun!

As the proprietor of Sid’s Café I want to be modest - as much as that’s possible - about the qualities of this storied ‘café in the sky’. Here in this physical dimension I am Johnny Danger, the author of these imaginary [oh yeah] stories about Sid’s.

As SoHars in the café herself, I am the charming proprietor, keen proponent, and tireless purveyor of what this little corner of the universe has to offer, as well as being young Johnny Danger’s Essence. (see diagram below)

Sid’s Café inhabits a unique environment at the very top of all the physical universes. A place where Essence can hang out and relax, and maybe compare notes with other Essences. Sid’s doesn’t only cater to Essence though. Anybody can come and enjoy the unparalleled view from the Observation Lounge while enjoying a stimulating beverage of their choice. [the beverages are extraordinary... just imagine!]

Of course it helps if you can manifest a body with enough physical density to enjoy such a beverage in one of our well-appointed lounges. We are multi-dimensional certainly, but also uninhibitedly physical. Because of our location, at the very center, or summit of all physical dimensions, the scenery does sometimes seems to fade in and out a little bit, but things here are always some species of physical manifestation - just very fluid.

As you look around and listen, many beings of every description can be seen laughing and talking in groups. Low lighting and clever use of adaptive fixtures often makes it hard to tell exactly who’s who. (see picture above)

There are massively high tech psychic ‘fixtures’ everywhere, of course, but very often the mingling of taste of whatever Essences are involved makes a lounge look like a succession of rather indulgent, overlapping personal spaces, interconnecting family rooms, or better yet, a communal country kitchen, where everybody seems to be talking at once and eating or drinking something wonderful.

Some of the lounges at Sid’s are set up like a bar or a fancy restaurant with low tables and artful lighting. Of coarse there are other lounges arranged in other ways - Essence taste for variety in decor and fixtures is legendary, so Sid’s was set up to effortlessly cater to any perceivable taste.

Of course Entity is welcome to visit and check up on Essence in the same way that Essence enjoys checking up on its many Focal expressions scattered amongst the uncounted physical universes that Sid’s straddles. Any other layer of consciousness who can find their way here are welcome too.

Because of its location at the nexus of physical energies [some say the very plexus] where all physical dimensions intersect, Sid’s is a natural gathering place for Essence taking a break from all the amazing growth and overflowing joy involved in doing what Essences do.

As the saying goes, ‘There are limits to all things’, and also ‘Consciousness is ever inventive’, this means that almost every Essence, at one time or another, takes a breather from all the glory of being amazing and has a pint with his buddies at Sid’s.

Even Focal awarenesses of Essence are welcome, but not many figure out how to project themselves here. Sometimes what you have to buy into to become a focal awareness, seems to block out certain qualities of consciousness, including recollection of our innate potential to project ourselves anywhere, among many other things… But those stories can wait.

Welcome to the cafe! What’s your pleasure!

Johnny/SoHars

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Illustrations: Top - I found this screenshot of an online virtual world for teens.
Bottom - My famous ‘Entity-Essence-Focus’ diagram.

Johnny Danger - A Sea Change for all Concerned

Sid’s Café – Observation Lounge — Spacious Present

Sohars was just settling into his lunch in the Observation Lounge of Sid’s Café - a luscious big goose’s egg with some double-fried chips - a treat he came to enjoy during an otherwise rather short and intense focus as a street urchin in Victorian England. He especially relished shaking lots of sea-salt over everything!

He was thus enthusiastically using his table to eat and was surprised when it lit up with a special bulletin, just for him. Projected in the air above his table, and scrambled somewhat by his luncheon acoutrement, was a crystal-clear little diorama starring the improbable Johnny Danger. Let me explain what I mean by improbable. Johnny Danger was a physical focus of Sohar’s own Source Entity! [Who shall remain nameless because entities don’t take names.]

It is extremely rare for an Entity to project itself into physical focus without an intervening Essence (such as Sohars himself) – but, there being no absolutes, it was possible. [Apparently, it is challenging for an entity to ‘step down’ it’s vast awarenesses into the pinpoint, singular focus required for physical manifestation. Inevitably, a lot of important stuff gets lost or compromised along the way.] Sohars had attempted to point this out to his Source, but got nowhere. [One can, obviously, only make suggestions to one’s Source. They go their own way.]

Consequently, a focus of Sohar’s own Source Entity, name of Johnny Danger, was on the loose on the Earth plane, somewhere early in the 21st century - when they were well into their famous ‘Shift’. Johnny, like any physical focus, incorporates ALL of his source – Entity-level awareness in this case! Consequently, he was, to Sohars, both a kind of demented step-child AND a revered parent – a trifle confusing.

Sohars could see from the display hovering above his lunch that Johnny was looking at his insertion paperwork - Standard Release Form for All Physical Dimensions – which should have been destroyed immediately upon entry! But he had focused SO tightly that he had ‘overshot’. He had no recall of himself as Entity! He was totally submerged in the ‘pseudo-psyche’ he had constructed for himself – that of a middle-aged, ‘New-age’, male in the coaching business.

Not sports coaching – he was a ‘Life Coach’, or a ‘Performance Coach’, depending on the audience. Basically he was a counselor or therapist who gets into your corner and roots for you to have a better life. An occupation clearly invented recently! [You might be hard pressed, I’m thinking, to sell much ‘performance coaching’ in Missouri. {EFT might work though, even in Missouri!}]

AirySpace Lofts – Downtown Toronto – 06/06/06 - 12:34 PM

Johnny rolled over and adjusted the pillows behind his head. He had always enjoyed reading in bed and could vary his posture for hours and not get cramped or tired. It was all in how you arranged yourself amongst the comforter and pillows. It was noon but he felt no need to rush into anything. I’m decompressing, he told himself as he stretch again luxuriously. Besides, this document he was reading was weird. It was the one he had picked up on the plane.

As we watch, he is scanning a small card called Terms and Conditions but it has been laid out to look like a warning label – all red and black with big square type.

Mid-Cycle Insertion - Terms and Conditions

All Mid-Cycle Insertions cope with some incompatibility. The body chosen is the closest match that can be found for the consciousness being inserted. Of course, no physically focused consciousness could dream of incorporating the full glories of Essence, [hint of sarcasm] but considerations of optimal time and place also limit options. [iow - What you’ve got is the best we could do – live with it! Or not!]

Also, regardless of what you may choose to believe, you, and you alone create every molecule and aspect of your reality, in this physical dimension as well as anywhere else you might want to focus your attention. So put to rest any hope of refunds, exchanges, or redemption of any kind. If you take a moment to look around, you will notice… ‘What you get is always exactly what YOU created!’

In the instant he reads the last words on the card, it disintegrates into a puff of pink smoke with the sound of paper being crinkled. With a start Johnny looks at his thumb and fingers but not a trace remains.

“Must be some kind of science fiction promotional trickery!” Johnny mutters out loud as he rolls out of bed and sits up, a bit groggy. Well done though!, he smiles to himself as he pads into the bathroom for a quick pee and a hot shower. How about some eggs for lunch? he muses as he turns on the shower, About 6 eggs with lots of pepper and, of course, a little too much sea-salt, and maybe some homefries. Mmmm!

Saturday, October 7, 2006

Sid’s Café – Observation Deck — Spacious Present

‘I told him he would lose himself,’ Sohars looked a bit ruefully at the images projected above his table. He watched as Johnny got off the plane at Pearson and shook his legs and stamped his feet - getting used to being grounded again.

[The tables in the Observation Lounge are equipped with dioramic devices that allow observation of any moment in any space-time continuum from any point of view. As will become clear later in our story, Essence can use these tables to project expressions of themselves into any moment as well. This technology is based on uncounted networks of nanons and nodi that infiltrate all of space-times.]

Sohars sighed, and looking up, saw his friend Scalbanian approaching. ‘Hi Scaly, thanks for being here.’

Scalbanian sat down. ‘How’s he doing down there? Did you get through? Does he know the whole thing is off?’ He gave Sohars a little poke and laughed.

Sohars squinted sideways at him but laughed too. ‘He’s ok. But he’s lost! Totally gone! I can’t get through to him! I told him he would lose it and he has!’

Scalbanian offered supportive energies, ‘Sweetie, are we losing our balance a tiny bit here? What happened? Roll this thing back for me.’

Scaly knew this project was special to Sohars and he wanted to offer as integrated and articulated a supporting energy as he could muster, and for this he needed to know the details.

Sohars smiled again with gratitude, ‘We popped him in, just like we planned. The big guy on the plane choked on a peanut and translated just like the probabilities suggested, and Johnny popped in. That part was easy. The problem is that Johnny has lost all awareness of his Essence Self, and us! He is totally immersed in physicality. The little piglet!’

Sohars and Scalbanian both laughed hysterically as they watched the little Johnny projected above their table being impatient with the customs inspectors.

Pearson International Airport – Toronto – 5:43 AM

Ok, where’s the washroom? Johnny left customs with most of his knapsack intact, No thanks to that prying customs inspector, he thought as he entered the main terminal, I should have pee’d on the plane.

Careful inspection of all visible signage yielded nothing except security signs telling him what to worry about, bizarrely expensive food and drink, and curiously, a barbershop. Who gets their hair cut at an airport? Feeling much in need of guidance, he approached someone in uniform.

‘This way? Thank you!’ he trudged off in the direction indicated by the helpful security person. As he walked, he pondered the vagaries of airport washrooms. Why do they never have proper doorways? Buffering themselves from public gaze by only a sequence of curved hallways.

[In some cases these entrances are so baffling, so serpentine, so potent with recessed lighting and Minoan resonance, that walking through them is like a pilgrimage through the labyrinth at Chartres, built long ago to echo the ‘quest for the grail’ for those who were not able to attend the crusades in person.]

But enough of the long and winding road of history, we are in the midst of a biological imperative. You will understand why it was a resplendent Johnny, poised and focused within physical expression, who finally burst into the washroom, sphincters ablaze with anticipation.

Pearson International Airport – Toronto — Washrooms 127-C – 5:55 AM

There is more to this than meets the eye, Johnny thought to himself as he relished the roomy feeling of recently relieved organs. Washing at the sink he pondered his reflection in the gleaming, bevel-edged mirror.

Ok… Pudgy, certainly! But cute! And pudginess is not always a bad thing. And neither is being older! I’m only 56 this month. Not old at all! So… cute, pudgy, not old… what else? Could it be vibrancy? Yes! Vitality and vibrancy!

As Johnny was admiring his ageless vitality in the mirror, the image started to look a bit odd - sharpening at the corners somehow - and then an electric static started spreading over the image creating a craquelure that widened and allowed another scene to appear. Gradually the other scene solidified and the cracks widened to reveal… a dimly lit bar, by the looks of it, and someone approaching from the other side.

Whoa! Hold on a minute! Squinting suspiciously at the mirror, Johnny blinked twice and looked around. This mirror was just like the others on the wall. Why did this one suddenly look like a window with a man waving at him?

”Is this two way glass or something?’ Johnny asked out loud, even though he had been sure, until now, that he was alone in the washroom.

Johnny became aware of a voice inside his head. [This is meant allegorically. By ‘voice inside his head’ we do not mean an actual voice inside his head. We mean inspiration and intuition and gut feelings and hunches and wishes and dreams and hopes and fantasies and whims and stuff like that. Apparently an actual voice inside your head is a fairly dramatic expression of loopiness. Not to say that there’s anything wrong with that, of course.]

So, as we were saying, inside his head, as it were, there was a voice talking. A kind and sensible and reasonable voice - a bit out of sync with the images in the mirror – saying, ‘Relax, Johnny, it’s just a nodi,’ this with a big wink, ‘You cloth eared bint!’ Big grin from the guy in the mirror. Johnny immediatly recalled the Monty Python bit and smiled.

‘Yes, we’re coming to you through this lovely little nodi here, inside the mirror. Why? Because we have to talk!’ Sohars smiled and waved beseechingly. ‘Hello? Are you getting this?’

Johnny heard a fierce buzzing in his right ear and shook his head slightly. The video and audio came into sync and the person in the mirror and the voice in his head were now the same person and Johnny suddenly recognized his dear friend Sohars who was smiling at him from the Observation Lounge at Sid’s.

‘Whoa!’ he said without even a moment for a double-take, ‘Hi, boys.’ [As Essence Source of both Sohars and Scalbanian, he sometimes affectionately called them 'his boys'. He was in some ways a father figure to them both, thus making them in some ways brothers.]

‘Sweet Arcadia! The production values here are stunning! I always forget how totally you can go under.’ Big grin at Sohars and Scalbanian. ‘As they say, ‘The reality-undertow is ferocious’, and ‘That first step is a lou-lou!’ he laughed. ‘So anyway, what’s up, boys?’

Sohars wasted no time. [These portals were ridiculously unstable. The merest whisper in a nearby probability could change it back into an empty mirror in a twinkling] ‘We wanted to tell you. It’s all off! Change of plans. Whatever it is you think you’re doing there, you aren’t. Understand? So have fun and come back whenever. You still get a free buffet at Sid’s.’ The connection was fading. ‘There is no secret mission!’ This last with elaborate pantomime movements of his arms.

Sid’s Café – Observation Deck — Spacious Present

‘Do you think he got that?’ asked Sohars as he and Scalbanian exchanged glances.

‘I get the feeling he may be in there for a while, actually,’ said Scaly, all supportive strategies on standby, ‘But he’s a big boy and he’s been there before… even if it was about a quadrillion years ago!’ he laughed.

Sohars laughed too. ‘Thanks Scaly! How about a quick one!’ Suddenly Sohars was very thirsty. Without waiting for an answer, he summoned the Numinary.

Pearson International Airport – Toronto – 6:66 AM

The man standing in front of the mirror seemed to be coming out of a trance-like state. ‘What?’ he exclaimed to his reflection. Odd how we sometimes seem to drift away from ourselves for a few moments, he thought as he finished washing his hands.

In the mirror now, nothing is reflected but the vibrant pudginess of Johnny Danger as he turns to examine his bottom and wonders if perhaps he should have a quick one before going back to the studio. Or perhaps a bottle? Yes!

Johnny exited the washroom and strode to the cab stands feeling connected and justified - like a man with a mission. He needed to stock up. Stimulants! Depressants! Catfood! Treats!

Several bottles in fact, were charged on the way home, along with fresh fruit and veggies for tomorrow… sinful pastrami from the deli for tonight… and lots of breads and buns… Today is Friday, he reminded himself. Maybe a chicken for Sunday and some nice wine to celebrate surviving another adventure.

How wonderful it will be to sit with the Sunday papers surrounded by cats and tea and marmalade and dappled sunlight… and the dewy woman of his dreams… [oh, wait a minute, that was a holo-projection from his alarm clock] Johnny was single, middle-aged, mostly gay, and didn’t regret it for a minute. The cod stocks may be down in Canada, but there were a lot of other fish in the sea.

But what about this strange document? Standard Release Form for All Physical Realities. What on earth could that be about? And how delightful to investigate, now that he had a strategy to avoid page immolation. Since the pages dissolved when he finished reading them, his plan was to read everything but the last word on each page.

Something deep within him stirred when he thought about exploring this strange document. The feeling of excitement reminded him of boyhood ’scientific expeditions’ into the ravine near his home.

Wednesday, June 7, 2006

“KRIS: Now, (Pause) from our perspective and this IS a critique on prevalent and popular or should we more adequately say “pop” conscious creation practices, is that….we will give three distinct terms. The magic involved is slightly divorced from the source of that magic, therefore ultimately will lead to difficulties and low rates of success primarily because that kind of magic, conscious creation magic in the pop world, focuses on what we will call “MACRO-MAGIC”, an immediate desire to project onto the physical world the BIG magical things: big money, big car, big house, big partner, big love life, big job, etcetera etcetera; whilst in truth, the work needs to be done inside.

And it is not sufficient to say, “But yes, they do use their imagination,” it is still focused outwardly. Thus we will call the primary essence of magic as “MICRO-MAGIC.” And then there is a third magic. There is “META-MAGIC.” So we are all dealing with a whole bunch of M&M’s here! (Laughter)”

Kris/Brahm — Magical Perceptions - Language, Gods and Magic

SOMEWHERE ABOVE Lake Ontario – 05/06/07 – 4:32 PM —

Flying in from Scalbania on the red eye, Johnny Danger woke up feeling a bit disoriented. Occupational hazard, he thought with a rueful smile. He noticed something on the seat beside him. Some kind of fancy documentation. From where he sat he could read the title, Standard Release Form for All Physical Dimensions. As he picked it up, something fell into his lap. It looked like one of those ‘Open Me First’ things you get with a new computer.

So he opened it first. It was a single sheet of paper and for an instant there seemed to be some kind of ornate diagram on it but by the time he was able to get his no-line, bi-focals organized, it resolved into ordinary English, printed in the deepest indigo, using a spidery font he was unfamiliar with. Without thinking, he found himself reading…

Mid-Cycle Insertion: Supl. Ins-sni. (Fully-Formed; Male; Ov-Nt; Walk-In)

Ok, dear one, let’s say we were to awaken one morning in a brand new reality… a bit disconcerting perhaps, but upon investigation we appear to be equipped with a suitable body, personality, perceptions, indeed, all the requisite components in good working order. Accompanied by, as we look about ourselves, a vibrant and responsive physical environment exhibiting the usual fabulous production values. So here we are again, in the thick of it, exploring a physical reality!

Given that we have only what we brought with us - our awareness, our personality, our memories, our preferences - what is our best stance vis a vis this new experience? How do we make the most of this intriguing opportunity? As seasoned travelers of several of the more remote ‘archypelagoes’ of consciousness, we enjoy offering this short list of, ‘Guidelines for a Comfortable Stay’.

1 - Acknowledge yourself, kiddo, even though you may not understand, in detail, why. You are the master of your domain and are continuously manifesting everything you perceive. Your vastness is beyond your present comprehension, and you chose it that way! [Why? Because it’s hard to really let go and let your knickers get into a meaningful twist in one particular dimension, meanwhile knowing, right out loud, as it were, that at other layers of your being, you are shamelessly and effortlessly creating entire dimensions to the wonderment of all...(blush!)]

2 - Do pay attention to the proceedings as best you can! ‘That’s it. Chin up! Eyes wide!’ You did not create these experiences to hide from anything, fear anything, or retreat in any way from the opportunities you place before yourself, or before your Selves. Remember, you are a nation. All of this is because you are so enthralled by the idea of having fun and getting to know yourself better at the same time.

3 – As soon as you find yourself in a pinch, keep an eyeball peeled for those ‘special’ choices you automatically build into every scenario. The choices that allow your preferences without triggering any of the stuff you don’t like. These should be easy to find - all embedded and high-lit, according to spec. If one is not immediately apparent, be patient. There’ll be another one along momentarily. When you do recognize one of these choices, don’t hesitate for an instant - jump! [For context-sensitive instructions, check out the brightest nearby nodi.]

There was nothing else on the page. What bizarre species of nonsense is this? Johnny asked himself. Turning the paper over, he saw something scribbled on the back. A handwritten note, also quite ornate, but easy to read…

As agreed, one ‘All You Can Imagine’ buffet at Sid’s for you and your designates
when you get back - on us. So… anyway, no big deal! Have fun! And see you soon…

~Sohars and The Gang

As Johnny mused for a moment about what an ‘All You Can Imagine’ buffet might be, the piece of paper began to feel funny in his hands – limp and slithery. As he looked down, it seemed to liquify and slip through his fingers. He leaned forward to see where it fell but found nothing. Further investigation was interrupted by the seatbelt sign flashing in front of him. The plane was landing in Toronto.

PEARSON INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT, Toronto – 05/06/07 – 4:44 PM —

Un-strapping himself a few moments later, Johnny knew he was onto something. Feeling like someone in a spy movie, he grabbed the rest of the documents and stuffed them into his knapsack. We’ll have a good look at these when we get back to the privacy of the studio, he thought to himself, Oh yeah, right after we figure out how to keep the pages from disappearing! What if he read everything but the last word on each page?

“Glad you’re feeling better, sir,’ the flight attendant smiled as she checked the overhead compartments, “You gave us a bit of a scare back there!”

Johnny clutched his knapsack in quiet alarm. He had no idea what she was talking about. [more later...]

Friday, May 19, 2006