I am not your mirror Not the glue for your brokenness Nor the serene oasis for your turmoil I am the eye of my own storm The wind of a catalysing front The precipitation of future tempests.     First Published on @Between.Speak Instagram Feature image by Johannes Plenio

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Transcript 38 Maintaining a course to produce and publish SpheresData has slipped me into a different stream of hearing how wasteful I am of human lifeforce energy, doing something so inane and fanciful. I think that the word being used in my direction by whatever part of the mental soup I hear is 'asinine': extremely or utterly foolish and silly. Probably, to someone who is driven and able to be a contributing member of the human race in ways which suit the collective belief options.

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Transcript 29 And here comes May 2020. It is a heavy day today. Been an upheaval week, opening doors and closing doors: a lunar eclipse, and data streams initializing.