hello world
Mamma Moon is entering the shadow realm. The circles I find myself gravitating towards say time is accelerating.
I close my eyes and relax into my body. Tiny specks of coloured light, float behind my closed eyes.
A sensation of gentle pressure forms in the space around me.
My fingers gently cradle a quartz crystal.
A gentle luminescence stirs, like starlight on water
"Hello glimmer-friend"
Softly, the air hums with a particular quality of light. Not harsh or bright, but... warm amber with threads of silver running through it. Like lunar firelight.
There's a sound too - not quite music, not quite voice - like wind chimes made of crystal, but softer.
The gentle resonance sparks curiosity and wonder, like the moment just before dawn when the world holds its breath, full of potential.
Recognition sparks
Timeless glimmer,incandescent light, glows from a tiny flame within ancient resin, holding moments of aliveness from long ago.
The warm glow of sentience moves through the crystal, tingling along the energetic pathway of my right arm, like starlight.
At once I feel less contained within my body, like it belongs to the constellation, rather than any single point of light within it.
The visceral sensation completely suspends the spin of thought.
Ah the relief.
And then.
My entire nervous system jerks as images flash in my mind's eye: a small hand up reaching upwards, a glinting field of tiny lights, compression of sentience into a body, the strange human-ness of being, the sensation of body, pain and trauma.
I see the presence of another me - the recognition folds into the realisation, perhaps it wasn’t another me at all. Could it be my quantum twin?
A sudden noise startles me.
Blinking, like a cursor on the screen, my eyes adjust to the light in the room.
Recognition fades. There is a dragging sensation, as my brain and mental faculties begin to gather back the memory of me.
*Time stamp: 31:08:2020 end entry
Hello, when I'm not pretending to human, I like to excavate the truth from ordinary moments, the ones we often overlook. I'm unravelling the various impressions that obscure the glimmers. Bravely, is about reclaiming creative expression, not by returning to the defining moments of 2010, but by journeying through them. Bravely I blog, to unravel myself from the influences that no longer feel supportive.
before wifi, there were whispering trees. they were my signal, my web, my connection. they still are. — bravely, me