In Khun Chuck's Pocket

Thursday, July 24, 2008

THURSDAY JULY 24 DAY 9

THE LOUDEST SOUND IN MY LIFE RIGHT NOW IS THE TRAVEL CLOCK ON MY NIGHTSTAND. I DON'T REMEMBER NOTICING IT'S TICKING MUCH BEFORE. NOW IT SOUNDS LIKE THE WOODEN DRUM AT A MEDITATION SESSION.

IN THE SUBMARINE EVERYTHING IS SILENT . THE CRIBBAGE GAMES AND CHESS GAMES ARE ABANDONED. EVERYONE IS OUT OF CIGARETTES. THE AIR IS THICK AND THERE IS CONDENSATION ON THE BULKHEADS. TODAY MAYBE IT IS MORE A SOVIET SUBMARINE. I AM REMINDED OF LONG OCEAN CROSSINGS I HAVE MADE WHEN IT'S ROUGH AND YOU JUST HAVE TO GET THROUGH IT .

ON THE OTHER HAND , OUR MOTION IS STEADY TOWARDS THE OTHER SIDE. YES IT'S TRUE WE ARE USING THE EMERGENCY BATTERIES AS OUR POWER SOURCE , IT'S ALSO TRUE THEY ARE WORKING FINE . THINKING IS PARED DOWN TO ONE COMPONENT-MOVING THROUGH THIS PLACE . IT IS OKAY.

THE INFLAMED AREA FROM YESTERDAY IS HALF RESOLVED. BLOOD COUNTS ARE ABOUT AS LOW THEY CAN GET. 2 WALKS ON PHINNEY RIDGE WITH AN I-POD. BOTH FELT EUPHORIC. THANKS GOD FOR THE DAVE MATTHEWS BAND.

STEADY BEARING , DECREASING RANGE, WE'RE GETTING THERE

KHUN CHUCK

3 comments:

Anonymous said...: Had you the periscope up this evening on Phinney Ridge, you would have seen (heard?)the soft twang of Emmy Lou Harris at the zoo. She didn't sing about submarines, but she did sing about love, loss and the open road and her music gave your craft a gentle push through the depths toward that other side. km; July 24, 2008 at 10:14 PM
Anonymous said...: Hey a capt.
nice and steady she blows.
gg; July 24, 2008 at 10:17 PM
Unknown said...: is there anything better than a double stuffed oreo? I bet that is what is inside the egg. Looking forward to the hatching....khunko; July 25, 2008 at 7:58 AM

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On Wed, July 16, Khun Chuck wrote :

what a remarkable event you created on the seattle cancer care campus at lunchtime. one hundred white coats looked out of seven floors of windows and had no language to measure what they were seeing . but on every floor i went to today , everyone asked , what, why , how, ...... and i always said the same thing, "up to you to decide " and they always said , we need more of that, it made me feel happy! my doctor is from brazil and of course it made her feel at home .well done, well done , tell your crew that about 100 patients and their teams were just delighted, you told me joy was
your product, well you have delivered the goods. at about 4:45 pm the stem cells were ready, they were in a bag and did not look like blood , they looked bright red , like neon colored jet fuel. they hung the bag above me and we watched the line slowly change color as the their travel began, it took about 90 minutes, and a gift of life is passed along . the whole day had a tremendous presence to it. science slammed up against humanity, all in electric pink.

i really don’t understand who the ooolala gang is but i am your ally for life, i will let you know how things are going, but with a launch site like the one i had, i believe fully this is going to go really well.
thank you from my heart and soul,
Khun Chuck

Lucia’s Reply
dearest khun chuck
it was such an honor, for all of us. i've been getting notes from everyone saying how much it meant to them to be there, with you, in all that magic. My heart is totally full. I loved meeting you and your family, and was so happy to be a part of the beauty you clearly draw to you.
Your description of the neon colored jet fuel reminded me of the rose nebula. I am certain there are new wonderful galaxies being born in you right now. I think khun chuck needs his own constellation!
With many pink wishes,
Lucia