It will soon explode.
Last night I felt like I was picked up on a magic carpet and taken away from the level of consciousness I have inhabited for years. Strong willed women have always given me butterflies in my nouns and in my verbs, in my breath. To listen to such conviction, experience, is to derive the same historical understanding the Jewish do from their Psalms. I will listen to her advice, her objective analysis, her strength and her sound. I revel in this light.
I am testing acquaintance with the realms of consciousness. I concentrate on not necessarily evading the seemingly exhaustible realms but more on wielding them sequentially so that in amongst the hysteria, productivity is prevailing; emitting flavours and annals of things I am finding mid-flight.
Like a kaleidoscope, with each step I spin and assimilate first level, second level, third, until the alarms sound to warn of sovereignty. Everything as one, nothing as everything. Spilt and smeared and again natural selection prevails. I am carefully learning to disengage from real world impulses and settle for the enigmatic staircase of doors& windows.the seams are withdrawing from their homes, weaving a noose on the way out and for once i'm not scared.