paradigm shift
the cat stares at the lazy wisps of nag champa like a clever joke only he can understand.
i've become much more aware of increasing synchronicity and novelty in this reality, the signs of ancient spirits making their moves from the future-past. and it has been very apparent, in this mathematically nonlinear universe, of which singular, miniscule choices have the domino effect of altering countless other possibilities.
this past weekend, the cognitive-perceptual matrix of my Self flickered and crumbled, like the destabilizing electro-magnetic field of one lonely terrestrial planet. a strange prescience befell me, and soon enough, during the time i needed clear thought the most, it fell beneath my conscious perception. i could not feel, nor could i think. this tends to happen to me. old, very old pattern. looping thought patterns and a dim feeling inside akin to a lightbulb turned onto its very lowest setting.
even to the deepest depths of disconnection from mind, spirit, and body, i try to keep the knowledge that this shall pass, and i will resurface eventually; whether through just time, or the actions and energies of others close to me.
i resurface into another ocean, a deep sea diver climbing those piercing shafts of sunlight which penetrate the darkness of the ocean. the water is warm, clear and lucid, like from promotional photos of tropical beach resorts.
this is not the end of my change, of course, but what i hope to be a particularly pleasant segment of the path that i will follow.
i've become much more aware of increasing synchronicity and novelty in this reality, the signs of ancient spirits making their moves from the future-past. and it has been very apparent, in this mathematically nonlinear universe, of which singular, miniscule choices have the domino effect of altering countless other possibilities.
this past weekend, the cognitive-perceptual matrix of my Self flickered and crumbled, like the destabilizing electro-magnetic field of one lonely terrestrial planet. a strange prescience befell me, and soon enough, during the time i needed clear thought the most, it fell beneath my conscious perception. i could not feel, nor could i think. this tends to happen to me. old, very old pattern. looping thought patterns and a dim feeling inside akin to a lightbulb turned onto its very lowest setting.
even to the deepest depths of disconnection from mind, spirit, and body, i try to keep the knowledge that this shall pass, and i will resurface eventually; whether through just time, or the actions and energies of others close to me.
i resurface into another ocean, a deep sea diver climbing those piercing shafts of sunlight which penetrate the darkness of the ocean. the water is warm, clear and lucid, like from promotional photos of tropical beach resorts.
this is not the end of my change, of course, but what i hope to be a particularly pleasant segment of the path that i will follow.