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X Marks the Spot
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the 17th and i could feel odd concerning my being a person within this magnetosphere
like i`m at the finest/thinnest of emotional experience (life) tipping point where my past here up to this day is as clear as it will ever be in the shape it has become because from this day on, at some moment within this day, my emotional experience (life) will begin to visibly/noticeable form into what it is shaping to become
i see it coming , i feel it`s affect and i knew without thought it would become , this i know
what i could never know until i could know
is why
and
it is the why
that makes the change
comply
Quoting: aether You words sound familiar, aether... Thread: ...a branching cognizance...liquid crystallizing and branching...solidifying...into the collective consciousness... I have explored it and I am beginning to recognize it as I travel this inner sanctum of my soul. Other tastes have wrapped me up for so long I have become confused in a mess of chaotic feelings not true to my buried creative potential.
But I will claw; I will burn with every fiber of experience to expose the truth that lies within.
The final truth; to discover, explore and begin to truly know one’s self.
Quoting: Septenary Man I need to get back in touch with myself. I have strayed a very long way from my center. It is difficult being this sensitized to the world, to the people surrounding my life.
I want to go deep, deep down into the thing that I am. Touch my soul and release it. Let it flow out and consume my subjective being.
I can sense it here. I feel it. It’s just out of sight. It feels strange. It is here. And it is me. But it feels like someone else.
I hope one day I allow it to span this chasm of fear and sorrow that I have dug. Let my soul cross it, and like the sands beneath the ocean waves, I will let it engulf me and let it preside over the confusion and doubts that have constructed my life.
Quoting: Septenary Man Blurred images of self realization. I walk in problematic times to filter what I am being. I walk with unsteady presence to a happenstance of what I might pretend to be. Not pretentious, at all. I am something I will never pretend to be.
Quoting: Septenary Man
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