The way in which I speak is not radiantly magnetic. That is, I do not draw others in with a shining light, nor an irresistible pull. I spin, quietly emanating, a star glimmered galaxy, the arms of which gradually taste dusted oceans of unreached space. Predominantly I feel like a strange substance in a clumsy manikin.
God does not exist for me; only god structures - support systems for pyramids of physical reality. I am not admonished nor comforted by divine guides. If they see me, they see only dust or a shifting shadow. I watch them hurry by on their own important errands, pushing heaped waves of potential across their pathways both gently and abruptly to count the falling integers of their cycling interactions.
For the sake of personal data-archiving and to provide an opportunity for those following who prefer not to interact on more public forums, I shall collate into this blog some posts made elsewhere as I float through the collective webs.
I have a Youtube Playlist of the WindWeave Systems so far created. There are presently seven of them, and another is on route.
These are also on Vimeo. But I mention the YT playlist as it is a smooth way to play them in a loop, which is what I do when I am feeling off kilter on the inner waters. If nothing else the visual is a distraction from the thought buzz on heavy days, and the colours are something I find nourishing.
I have pursued the speaking of the conscious intelligence from a point outside the general accepted boundaries of human language since 1987. It is fluid to me now and I speak and handscript this way more than I do English.
My own response to it still is fascination and captivation, that the mind can produce something obviously deeply meaningful to parts of me which do not use English with a grace and ease that I experience in no other part of my human life.
Every day I ponder the oddness that there should be a startling evidence of something so far beyond the mundane that it deserves some investigation, yet it does not stir the waters of human attention unless attached to entertaining stories of gods, aliens and promises of gift or activation of personal power.
Does it seem reasonable that to write and speak in this manner should cause the general observer and even the practiced student of consciousness to feel uncomfortable, awkward, unsure, dis-interested, amused, dismissive or even completely silent?
What programming causes that response?
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