A high-priority dream project is in process, fully engaging, assimilating many channels of information and intentionality. I have free use of a very powerful laser that I am using to illuminate various targets, pretty much at random as I am experimenting. I spot my dear friend J, the artist, at work in his grove in the far distance. I target him—he begins to dance a funny crazy dance. I detect a couple of cats copulating. I highlight them as they fly away, conjoined. While this is a classic laser and not a totally up-to-date-state-of-the-art device, I know that it is not a toy. Using this requires some know-how and conscientious circumspection. Not to be used lightly. These light-waves have serious density.

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Am conferring with a new colleague who shares this creative endeavor overall, this great project. We are still getting to know each other. I am asking about where he comes from. He says “New York.”

“Manhattan?” I ask. He nods “Yes.” I say “St James Place?” He nods again.

Then a little bit later in the conversation I say something about “St Charles Place,” and he corrects me. “No, St James Place.”

And I say, “Oh yes, I know that neighborhood,” as many images of several decades flow through my mind.

Then, I repeat quickly, “St James Place, St James Place, St James Place—now I will remember. Say it three times, and I will remember.”

He registers my efforts approvingly.

It makes a difference, for me, to place relationships coherently.

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Am in an early phase of rehearsal or exploring some possibilities for such—working with another actor and a director. Shakespeare it is. Macbeth it is. And for some reason I am taking up Lady Macbeth’s lines. I know this play very well. And still, I come to understand that this is actually a new text, not the established folio, but something new, in Shakespearian English. I work the lines. The atmosphere is intense. As I work harder and harder, more and more unfolds of the meaning that I am being called to, of the meaning that is called forth and calling forth. Every good effort I make yields highly charged results. The energy is increasing, increasing. More feelings. Passion. I am immersed in the script as it configures on the page. I dig in my soul. I speak. It all furthers and deepens. I go back. I do the line again. I do a half-line again. I do a phrase, a word, again and again. I see the text opening up. I am more and more transfigured. Profoundly affected. I am determined. The director is indicating support with his body language, as is my companion actor. We are conjoined in concentration. The whole situation intensifies to some breaking point. Something is breaking through. Breaking out. I feel myself breaking. Getting there.

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I wake up with a question: “What is a fully lived life, now?”