moving towards the back of the body down, in velvety texture whatever is defined, gathered, described – moving into that travelling through starscape; knowledge pulsing entering the travelling itself entering the entering very still; very
If reality was like a painting, would you try to enter the imaginary space of the painting, or would you pull aside the canvas to catch the painter in the act of creation?
Sometimes I’m struck with how unable I would ever have been to appreciate recent readings in “Dynamics of Time and Space” without the support of Jack Petranker and the online TSK class. Imagining myself reclining
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