When the cost of a bundle plan starts exceeding that of the sum of its individual parts, then I will revert to broadband only, but it is not financially viable for me to do so, until then… a chromecast, along with a good streaming app, could then replace the much-used cable service.
Financial woes have long been a part of recent modern woes, but the West is working on rectifying that, but those that have caused it are calling this rectification of improved financial reinstatement, racism.
Bank-holiday meat-feast fest… mines the boring looking one in the tray… the pre-marinated rest is for my bro and his son/my nephew. 
Investigating spiritual matters relating to the causal and mental astral planes. Not finding much detail so far. Point blank, I don’t understand what those planes are. Some sites say causal planes are God planes, others gloss over their assessment of the causal plane but say it’s by no definition a God plane. The mental plane is of pure thought…what the hell does that even mean, lacking all sensations, feelings, perspectives so it’s a one dimensional idea place? I don’t get it.
Hehehe. I wouldn’t worry too much about all the dogma. I spent years trying to understand all of that stuff and by the end, I just ended up more confused and further away from where I wanted to be. Are there 3 planes? 4 planes? 7 planes? or more? All of the above - depending on which discipline you study. In the end I realized that it’s an ego-riddled diversion that takes you further away from where you want to be.
It’s the early hours of the morning here and I’m about to crash out but all you really need to know is:
the astral plane is a subtle body/emotional/energetic plane,
the mental plane is a plane of clarity/transparency (head and heart) and
the God plane is where you merge into everything and everything merges into you.
These aren’t planes or places, of course; they’re states of consciousness. Each of these states represents a state of consciousness in which the ego falls away more and more and in doing so, reveals more of your true nature.
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States of consciousness forming a unique body that can exist without the mass of the corporeal form. So far I’ve done two astral planes and what I call the etheric plane (earth in ghost form), but I’d like to venture on to learn more about how eternity operates. Still awaiting your detailed recalling of your soul travels.
I’m savoring my ability to sell ice to Eskimos during a cold snap. Still a few miles to go yet before my final hour; a couple more good meals, a couple more women to fuck and some more drugs and I’ll be just fine. 
Watching random TV, after waking up at 1am on the sofa… a young John Boyega in Attack The Block was an awesome revisit… the characters, brilliantly individually unique… a London suburb of non clones.
I am a certified regular member of the Wide Awake Club. 
…contemplating a second cup of coffee… before a window of appropriate opportunity has been missed… watching the end of the Royal wedding, which I thought I’d slept-in-missed. 
…happened upon Pacific Rim… ITV2… 2013… fantastic CGI visuals.
…thinking (or is that, worrying) about, the sustainability of self… but no time to worry about that now, for now is not for worrying but for doing and hope that sustainment is maintained through at least average means.
Magsj, I will live forever because I smoke 2 packs a day, I drink about 8 shots of espresso, and I consume a diet of almost entirely meat and cheese and deserts.
…that’s a lot of cigarettes.
…that’s a lot of caffeine.
…that’s a cool diet.
It’s the key to a long life.
Living a surreal life, a life of surrealness… every day seeming weirder than the last, and my wondering, when will days shift into normalcy… if ever.
The times they are a -changing as the fat lady sings.
…when that happens, everything usually changes in permanency, when the fat lady sings… or at least it does during the duration of all good operas… coming to a stage near you. [claps hands / opens hands and simultaneously stamps leading foot] ta daaaa!
I’m in the process of destroying a black ant colony that’s settled a little too close to my turf. These ant scouts are incredibly good! If you leave behind any scrap of food, and no matter what it is, or even how small it is, they’ll somehow sniff it out and be all over it within a day!
I don’t know what their smell radius is, but it’s definately more than I thought it was. So I’ve used the poison bait nectar and I think it’s working. Only 18 hrs later and I’m already seeing the dead ants where I usually see the scouts. But another surprising thing I’m seeing is that the survivors are now coming back to pick up the dead and are now carrying them away. Well, anyway, I hope I got the queen with this poison. (Or is it queens?) Perhaps, they’ll change their mind and relocate the colony. Will see.
Edit:
I’m afraid I might be killing them too fast:
The good news is that I’ve found their actual colony, so I suppose I can always bleach-bomb it, but then I’m afraid it may just bud off into several (and they already established pheromone trails to my source). But I’ve confirmed that these type of ants do carry food to the queen (sorry, to their multiple queens), so that’s good news (for me).
I think I know what to do now. 
Watching Catchup TV on cable… with dinner and red wine to follow after the current program on ends, whilst finalising the setup of the Conservative political group I Founded: business email and bank account, and website etc. Gotta wash my hair at some point. 
Reading through the first pages of this thread… I hadn’t realized it was only from 2012, I thought it had been forever. I also never realized it starts out with a fundamental philosophical dialogue between an idealist and a pragmatist.
