Monday, October 19, 2009

Not my space, man

You probably would have reacted differently, but therein is the mystery and the magic no?: Two bodyminds sharing 99.9% of the same DNA pattern reacting so differently to similar input.

That genome project, of course, is really only a part of *The* Genome project, where DNA is but one strand of the blueprint; intersubjective wool is another strand - prickly that one sometimes idn't it?; and Interior the final thread

Our locations would help put context around how we view things:

Mine - this columnrow extending 24 floors out into the mist-that-shrouds Grouse, and from there fading into a spiritual gradient into That which has always been.

Your columnrow starting in heart and lasering connections with those you love.

Mashup.

You are dancing and hopping from beam to beam; stopping at Places in particular, intersections of those that Matter Most, and during those stops the lines fade and YOU fade into that which you observe.

From below:

The Idbits tear into my calfs and the pain focusses me on your intersections.

From above:

My column row and yours are on the same grid, infinitegrid; and as I raise from below and lower from above,

Expansion

Until we meet in the place where there is no light and dark, no columnrows and grids, just two hearts watching the glory of the boundaries dissolving like a second skin.

And without the second there is only the first: but we are both first.

The Mystery deepens until we know the first as FIRST, Source, awareness, Terrible Beauty, Grace, and it becomes clear:

We could never have acted any differently, we could only ever be This being acted out and dissolving back into This.

Namaste Ipup.

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