Becoming More Solid

We aren't really anything.  We are not the wave, we are the ocean.  We are vast and rhythmic.  

Then we have thoughts, we become more solid.  The disturbing thoughts will even bring pain to our body.  Some thought will repeat, like the bodies attempt to heal itself by oscillating us back into motion, into the ocean.   And healing oscillations also arise in trance states, drumming, or mantras.

In this way, each thought we have is its own little trauma.  But I think we need to come up with a new word for trauma.  Yes, each trauma is its own separation, and the pain of separation, but each thought is also its own little work of creation.  For that this the magic.  Trauma creates thoughts and thoughts are what makes us Choate.  Thoughts are what brings something out of nothing.  Thoughts as trauma as pain as creation.  And like a snake eating its own tail, our act of creation is a way of working with our trauma, perhaps building a structure around the trauma, perhaps dancing with the trauma.

But we are not what we think we are.  That is the mystery.  And though the denizens of the Cahokia mounds may think that there are dimensions beyond the so called middle world, I sense a deeper relationship that I have not yet began to fathom.  And in the future, the message sent back to me now is that we are like portals for transmissions we have not yet begun to understand.