Today, I had a shampoo moment.
If you've never had one, you may be very young or you may simply be using the wrong shampoo and conditioner.
Rich or poor there are only so many shampoos and conditioners out there. Bill Gates or orphans without a penny to their name are all limited by the selection of our supermarkets, salons and wholesalers like Wal-mart and Target. Many tout their products with snazzy names, others spend more money on packaging and yet others simply imitate name-brands with similar product and packaging and pass the savings on advertising to the consumer as a low-price come on.
Well when I was transferred to the southwestern desert, I had heard about the temperatures and the dryness, but hearing about them and experiencing them are two totally different things. Out here a new rubber band can dry out just sitting in your desk for a month. It's that dry. Window wiper blades dissolve after a single season even without being used once, for the same reason. And out here your skin and hair is under constant assault as the moisture is drawn out into the low humidity environment. Folks who live in the desert have stringy, dry protein strands that used to be called hair, but which are now more akin to strands of barbed wire.
I suspect that if you are born here, you don't really ever know what silky soft moist hair feels like and so don't know what you are missing. But when you do, you instinctively do what every other American does naturally: use your inborn consumer skills to find a product to assist you.
Well for all those who read my blog and especially for those who live in a desert or dry climate, today is your lucky day. Today, I break my own rules and commit to a (horrors!) product endorsement.
Today I used Aussie Moist shampoo and conditioner for dry/damaged hair and I had a shampoo moment. A shampoo moment is when you realize the hair care product you are using is vastly superior to the one you were using and you can actually feel the difference. The last time I had a hair care moment was 1986 with an electric blue bottle of Finesse extra moisturizing conditioner. Unfortunately, it seems they changed the formula or something within a few years and so the trial and experience process began. Unfortunately, this can leave you numb to all products, where after awhile you begin to believe they are all alike. Cynicism ruled the day. I did not believe in genuine hair care product diversity.
That's how I was today. I had no high expectations. I was expecting more of the same. But instead, I was shocked with a shampoo moment that has made my hair feel like it's 17 again. As a result, I felt compelled to share my discovery with the world, many who I know are longing for a shampoo moment of their own.
The makers of Aussie shampoo have not paid for this endorsement (not yet anyways) but if their shampoo and conditioner bottles soon start selling off the shelves, thanks to this endorsement I will accept donations of shampoo/conditioner from Redmond Products, Inc. They can contact me via my e-mail for where to ship them.
So go out and buy some Aussie Moist Shampoo and conditioner for dry/damaged hair in the purple and white bottle - and have a shampoo moment of your own. Feel free to report back to me on how it turns out, and whatever you do, don't leave out any moist and juicy details. Oh' and while you're at it, you can now quit writing saying you never understand a single post I make. Surely everyone followed this one - if not well...no shampoo moment for you!
scc
Thursday, January 04, 2007
Friday, December 29, 2006
The Awakening! Part II
Shayla and I return to the craft. The secret of the flame room is not a secret to me anymore. Shayla is the one I've been waiting for all my life. I know that now. I guess I'm more liberal than I thought, finding myself a newly found proponent of interplanetary relationships.
We pass the guards as easily as we passed them to enter and before I can say auf wiedersehen we have entered the craft and are leaving Iran. I can't help but think I will never be able to enjoy flying another jet or helicopter ever again.
"You will not be sad. Now that Project MIMIR is including Shamballa into its jurisdictional framework, you will have access to this craft and others like it."
"There are more like this one out there, here on Earth? I thought yours was the only prototype?"
"This is one of 7 craft which are operational and which have been constructed. As you can see not that many are necessary because the travel times can be reduced so drastically. Already we have landed and are back at Shamballa."
I'm on cloud nine, yet I wonder if Shamballa will have to undergo another purging. Every time the facility steps up its classification, some folks are told to take a hike and I always dislike that part of the equation. Already twice now I've watched as a dozen or more get walking orders. The facility is always hurting for weeks afterward.
"Don't worry. You will have a say in the displacement process. We will be bringing a few newcomers to Shamballa and some will be like me."
"Alien? Fascinating.As you probably already noticed, I can't help but wonder just how many aliens are working for the Agency. How many know this?"
"There are a number, but it changes constantly as folks return to their home-worlds or are assigned to other planets. Probably about 20-30 at any given time. And as to how many know of this relationship that number slowly keeps increasing but is still well under a thousand."
I try and create a mental partition quickly. It is tough to stop thinking as a train of thought starts, but I'm getting faster. I wonder if she has a 'boyfriend' in that group of 30 and if I'm getting ahead of myself in thinking that our past relationships were either exclusive or long-lasting. Nothing would be worse than competing with an advanced telepath who knows your every thought as you think it and can outmaneuver you left and right. It's like speaking a foreign language and being set up for pratfalls by the jerk-squad.
There you go again, applying human behavior and thought patterns to folks who are not human and who, to be blunt, are quite in advance mentally of the 'jerk-squad'.
Look at me Tech1.
Look into my eyes.
Feel my thoughts...reach in and grab them..."
She is mentally embracing me with her mind. It is suddenly the most tender place I've ever been. Her love...her love for me is, is... indescribably wonderful. Each thought is pure and full of love. Her thoughts are revealed in depth and she allows me to see and understand the reasons why she loves me. What also is revealed is how long she has waited in this lifetime to work with me, as she has followed my career and already known of her destiny to work as an interplanetary liaison since she was a child.
My mind is completely open to her. I feel her comfort and balance my lonely thoughts. Shayla is like a healer rushing to points in my mind that need the most urgent help. And I find those same spots in her mind. Her tender mind is like an angel's caress. It's far better than physical relations. In fact, it is so much better that I realize this is what advanced beings do to show affection and that the procreation part is separated.
"Yes, you know now, again. and let us remember..."
She pulls forth some of our lifetimes together from the mental folders where they fit in. In Atlantis we shared mind too...and later in Egypt, before the Pharaohs, but after the sinking of Atlantis. We have been a team, a duo through history.
Suddenly, I pull back in my mind as I recall a particularly nasty death as we were both disintegrated by a weapon in the hands of a traitor to the Atlantean government. It seems so real, as if it has just happened, yet it was over 16,000 years ago! The shock. The dislocation.
I realize we are apart again. And then I feel her enter once more.
"Yes, that last part was not as enjoyable as it could have been. That is galaxy maxim - men on your world, or mine, always seem to find a way to bring love to a premature ending."
She is laughing in my mind, but it is a warm, loving, laugh that tickles my brain and is backed by thoughts of true love and caring.
I gaze at my surroundings and realize how much more I am using my mind, rather than my eyes or other senses. We are back and two security personnel and the acting Director in my absence, are awaiting for us to disembark. I see the night stars. Billions of them. As the hatchway opens I get to walk down the ramp with Shayla and for me the Earth does stand still.
We pass the guards as easily as we passed them to enter and before I can say auf wiedersehen we have entered the craft and are leaving Iran. I can't help but think I will never be able to enjoy flying another jet or helicopter ever again.
"You will not be sad. Now that Project MIMIR is including Shamballa into its jurisdictional framework, you will have access to this craft and others like it."
"There are more like this one out there, here on Earth? I thought yours was the only prototype?"
"This is one of 7 craft which are operational and which have been constructed. As you can see not that many are necessary because the travel times can be reduced so drastically. Already we have landed and are back at Shamballa."
I'm on cloud nine, yet I wonder if Shamballa will have to undergo another purging. Every time the facility steps up its classification, some folks are told to take a hike and I always dislike that part of the equation. Already twice now I've watched as a dozen or more get walking orders. The facility is always hurting for weeks afterward.
"Don't worry. You will have a say in the displacement process. We will be bringing a few newcomers to Shamballa and some will be like me."
"Alien? Fascinating.As you probably already noticed, I can't help but wonder just how many aliens are working for the Agency. How many know this?"
"There are a number, but it changes constantly as folks return to their home-worlds or are assigned to other planets. Probably about 20-30 at any given time. And as to how many know of this relationship that number slowly keeps increasing but is still well under a thousand."
I try and create a mental partition quickly. It is tough to stop thinking as a train of thought starts, but I'm getting faster. I wonder if she has a 'boyfriend' in that group of 30 and if I'm getting ahead of myself in thinking that our past relationships were either exclusive or long-lasting. Nothing would be worse than competing with an advanced telepath who knows your every thought as you think it and can outmaneuver you left and right. It's like speaking a foreign language and being set up for pratfalls by the jerk-squad.
There you go again, applying human behavior and thought patterns to folks who are not human and who, to be blunt, are quite in advance mentally of the 'jerk-squad'.
Look at me Tech1.
Look into my eyes.
Feel my thoughts...reach in and grab them..."
She is mentally embracing me with her mind. It is suddenly the most tender place I've ever been. Her love...her love for me is, is... indescribably wonderful. Each thought is pure and full of love. Her thoughts are revealed in depth and she allows me to see and understand the reasons why she loves me. What also is revealed is how long she has waited in this lifetime to work with me, as she has followed my career and already known of her destiny to work as an interplanetary liaison since she was a child.
My mind is completely open to her. I feel her comfort and balance my lonely thoughts. Shayla is like a healer rushing to points in my mind that need the most urgent help. And I find those same spots in her mind. Her tender mind is like an angel's caress. It's far better than physical relations. In fact, it is so much better that I realize this is what advanced beings do to show affection and that the procreation part is separated.
"Yes, you know now, again. and let us remember..."
She pulls forth some of our lifetimes together from the mental folders where they fit in. In Atlantis we shared mind too...and later in Egypt, before the Pharaohs, but after the sinking of Atlantis. We have been a team, a duo through history.
Suddenly, I pull back in my mind as I recall a particularly nasty death as we were both disintegrated by a weapon in the hands of a traitor to the Atlantean government. It seems so real, as if it has just happened, yet it was over 16,000 years ago! The shock. The dislocation.
I realize we are apart again. And then I feel her enter once more.
"Yes, that last part was not as enjoyable as it could have been. That is galaxy maxim - men on your world, or mine, always seem to find a way to bring love to a premature ending."
She is laughing in my mind, but it is a warm, loving, laugh that tickles my brain and is backed by thoughts of true love and caring.
I gaze at my surroundings and realize how much more I am using my mind, rather than my eyes or other senses. We are back and two security personnel and the acting Director in my absence, are awaiting for us to disembark. I see the night stars. Billions of them. As the hatchway opens I get to walk down the ramp with Shayla and for me the Earth does stand still.
Saturday, December 23, 2006
Back from another adventure!
Sorry for the delay. I hope I still have a few readers left. I'm back! As regular readers know, I often travel back in time near Christmas and this year was no exception. I revisited 1942 and brought back some goodies I hope will remind folks of the things we've lost. I kept a log and...well I'll let you read for yourself what happened...
Link to full size letter here.
PS I wanted to make sure the timestream I returned to was the same one I was leaving and so this time I mailed myself a letter. Guess what? It arrived today less than 24 hours after my return! The letter carrier was all freaked out and said that this letter had been kept in a 'special letter' cabinet at the Phoenix main Post office for over sixty years! They made me sign for it as if it were certified mail.
So now I don't have to worry about being in another parallel universe. Those can be VERY annoying! The sentiment on the letter is very important too! FREEDOM for ALL nations - a nation building, "freedom for all people on Earth" roadmap was the mindset of the Americans of 1942! None of this "quagmire" nonsense and slavery/dictator loving for people of the 3rd world as supported by Europe today! In 1942 the Europeans understood the dangers of dictators and now they make deals with them at the UN and promise support just to secure oil contracts! It's sickening.
More later...wishing everyone a merry Christmas or happy holiday or just a great weekend!
Link to full size letter here.
PS I wanted to make sure the timestream I returned to was the same one I was leaving and so this time I mailed myself a letter. Guess what? It arrived today less than 24 hours after my return! The letter carrier was all freaked out and said that this letter had been kept in a 'special letter' cabinet at the Phoenix main Post office for over sixty years! They made me sign for it as if it were certified mail.
So now I don't have to worry about being in another parallel universe. Those can be VERY annoying! The sentiment on the letter is very important too! FREEDOM for ALL nations - a nation building, "freedom for all people on Earth" roadmap was the mindset of the Americans of 1942! None of this "quagmire" nonsense and slavery/dictator loving for people of the 3rd world as supported by Europe today! In 1942 the Europeans understood the dangers of dictators and now they make deals with them at the UN and promise support just to secure oil contracts! It's sickening.
More later...wishing everyone a merry Christmas or happy holiday or just a great weekend!
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