In 1989 while living with my girlfriend at our Goleta apartment I attended Santa Barbara City College. The most peculiar English professor had me in which I was subjected to things parallel. Because I took his class I was being opened. It is sort of like a feeling of nervousness and jumpiness, or like something is about to happen. I suppose I got that from one of the reading materials, Far Tortuga. But there were other books like Gertrude Stein. She had written with the remarkable willingness to repeat her words. So, yes I was being opened but there was a certainty involved.
I was recently opened, and it brought back a lot of feelings about my experience in that English class. I imagine that I am getting over the trouble I was in after my concert fiasco and the painting. I guess I felt that my professor was getting through my historical difficulties and could still reach me. Being opened this time was reassuring.
Comment; Dec. 29, 2015. I want to comment on this post now that I have some insight on being opened. The remedy for the feeling I described here is the tea ceremony. Place the hot teacup on the table in front of you and allow it to cool until drinkable.
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