Prudence in Hell 029

Transducer

The oceanic, as I said yesterday, is one of life’s peak sentiments. I don’t think everyone gets to experience it within a lifetime. It is like an appercepted ego-death. It gets quickly Leibnizian, being at the hem of human intelligence.

But I was always tuned in; like I was getting advance information from a silent radio.

Someone who knew me very well called me Transducer.

I have issues I was born with —carryovers? throwbacks?— that reiterate through life in cycles of entanglements and disentanglements. I presume they will continue to repeat until I learn what I must from them. But by acknowledging, I overcome this: that it is a form; a lifeform, even —and that we have these things.

There are shapes that repeat in my life; karmic quipu patternings.

The only way through is tantra.