A Twisting Thought

It's a strange place. I maintain a persistent stream of content for my website and other platforms as if it is a membrane against an ocean of unfamiliarity I really do not have a desire to feel anymore.

Whilst my Shells are growing stronger with each point of labours attained, I still feel too much of the Others who are here swimming, and I do not believe that this is a preferable state.

I feel a fluttering agitation that some Others still are able to screech and warble on the collective plates as if they are favoured of a proud Universal Parent and due the right to use shared streams to tell All of All what Truth is, when their point of perception is lower than even the mycelium of this planetary skin.

Those Others whose web shaking most jangles my bells speak as though they have a pearl of wisdom residing up their arses and shit cosmic understanding daily. It presents as though any Other not in agreement with their drops of gold must be yet unenlightened. Perhaps they shout into the aethers in hopes of awakening one so dense as I.

How can I not speak in terms considered irreverent when I have no affiliation with a god or "source" being who supposedly regulates words as having values in and of themselves potent enough to dictate the course of a soul's journey? It is the belief of the word's value which has the greatest influence to strike a direction for the conscious sphere to follow.

A realisation which I play with, one that moves away and comes back like a particle dancing along a Mobius ring, is that I did not come into this particular life point for the purpose of 'having an experience'. I don't give a rat's about creating the best experience, gaining more knowledge, understanding the divine more. I came to do a task, and I will be hyper-focused on that until I leave.

"Incarnated to have an experience", such an indelicate way to frame the disgusting levels of suffering endured by dense matter on this planet.