Saturday, May 13, 2006
Reality seems to have slipped this morning. I've been feeling the veil of time slip occasionally and this morning I saw it slip.
Talking walking driving--it keeps happening--moments where I am here, but not here--where I feel myself slide backward into another moment, a previous reality a future reality. Sometimes from this lifetime--memories of things from the past I thought I'd forgotten. Sometimes it almost feels like another person's life--or another lifetime of my own. Knowledge comes to me. Not in words, but in knowing. I've done this all my life--school--its why it was so easy. I download information from the instructor. I tap into the "void", thread the veil. I know the feeling--I did it briefly when I used to write more. Its a pecular side-step of the mind and the knowledge is just there.
Our normal perception isn't a true reality. Lately, I have seen glimpses of the other world--is this the "real world"?
a silk scarf
billowing
wafting soul energy
folding pressure of time
riding between
slip-stream
soul between
a dance in electric emotion
the veil
your heart calls to mine,
but there is no distance
between us.
separation,
an illusion
we are the same
one
I feel you there as we were before
I feel you in my soul.
is this another life or illusion in this one?
Our conversation takes place under my skin
a power dance
across lines of flowing white
tendrils
catch me
a silky web comforting
seduction
before the feast.
I ask you if you feel it too
and you say you have no idea what I'm talking about.
Why, if this is my imagination does it feel more real than your words?
Why do some people call us more than others?
Why, when I see you is there a conversation under the skin, I may smile, I may talk, but I have no memory of what I said except in abstract memory. What I know and experience is another conversation entirely, soul to soul. an energy exchange. We meet on another plane and dance in the play of electric motion.
marriage, relationships friendships the meeting of two souls briefly
we are torn into pieces we humans
we feel the pieces of our soul join briefly and smile
what is this ego?
I watched a snake the other day at the desert museum. Knelt down and pressed my face to the glass. Rattlesnake skin, carefully keeled scales, a fold right in the middle of creamy caramel color arrowhead filled with venom and slick muscles in waving constant motion edges of scales catching on gravel
alcohol shuts down the chakras.
Is is so terrible to feel but not feel the veil?
I think that is what happens--you see glimpses of the veil and it is so frustrating to see but not see. To briefly feel the connection and then be dead again. Why so much easier to shut down instead of grow the ability to feel?
I've grown so used to the idea of touch. Of being able to confirm "reality" through talk, questions, concrete is hard when you tap it. Windows are liquid but feel hard. ¶ 7:44 AM
Talking walking driving--it keeps happening--moments where I am here, but not here--where I feel myself slide backward into another moment, a previous reality a future reality. Sometimes from this lifetime--memories of things from the past I thought I'd forgotten. Sometimes it almost feels like another person's life--or another lifetime of my own. Knowledge comes to me. Not in words, but in knowing. I've done this all my life--school--its why it was so easy. I download information from the instructor. I tap into the "void", thread the veil. I know the feeling--I did it briefly when I used to write more. Its a pecular side-step of the mind and the knowledge is just there.
Our normal perception isn't a true reality. Lately, I have seen glimpses of the other world--is this the "real world"?
a silk scarf
billowing
wafting soul energy
folding pressure of time
riding between
slip-stream
soul between
a dance in electric emotion
the veil
your heart calls to mine,
but there is no distance
between us.
separation,
an illusion
we are the same
one
I feel you there as we were before
I feel you in my soul.
is this another life or illusion in this one?
Our conversation takes place under my skin
a power dance
across lines of flowing white
tendrils
catch me
a silky web comforting
seduction
before the feast.
I ask you if you feel it too
and you say you have no idea what I'm talking about.
Why, if this is my imagination does it feel more real than your words?
Why do some people call us more than others?
Why, when I see you is there a conversation under the skin, I may smile, I may talk, but I have no memory of what I said except in abstract memory. What I know and experience is another conversation entirely, soul to soul. an energy exchange. We meet on another plane and dance in the play of electric motion.
marriage, relationships friendships the meeting of two souls briefly
we are torn into pieces we humans
we feel the pieces of our soul join briefly and smile
what is this ego?
I watched a snake the other day at the desert museum. Knelt down and pressed my face to the glass. Rattlesnake skin, carefully keeled scales, a fold right in the middle of creamy caramel color arrowhead filled with venom and slick muscles in waving constant motion edges of scales catching on gravel
alcohol shuts down the chakras.
Is is so terrible to feel but not feel the veil?
I think that is what happens--you see glimpses of the veil and it is so frustrating to see but not see. To briefly feel the connection and then be dead again. Why so much easier to shut down instead of grow the ability to feel?
I've grown so used to the idea of touch. Of being able to confirm "reality" through talk, questions, concrete is hard when you tap it. Windows are liquid but feel hard. ¶ 7:44 AM
