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The voice carried by the creativity leaping from your chest is your own.
Yield to the creativity.
The creativity yields a voice.
That voice is your own.
But you can only hear it three portals deep.
You, that-which-emerges, and that-which-emerges-from-that.
Think carefully, extend your senses carefully. Does the following feel true?
You have your hands on two buttons:
Integrate
Disintegrate
What happens next always happens according to the button(s) you press, and the intensity with which you press.
The specifics aren't things you need to own or plan for or carry or identify with.
You have two buttons.
You can keep talking if you don't stop to think.
Does this feel true?
The spontaneous gagging is getting stronger, feels purposeful. My voice is developing, maybe?
My mom's side of the family has a history of having some trouble with spontaneously choking on stuff, food, water, normal stuff. That's the side of the family that has a multi-generational predilection with language and its delights various.
My voice hasn't felt like a singing voice. I know and understand music, of course, and I can sing, but my voice hasn't felt like a singing voice. I am noticing this starting to change.
You can't repeat statements of mid-change forever without advancing along the change.
I am getting stronger.
I am getting better at believing.
I am becoming independent of time.
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