"The biggest illusion with communication is that it's happened" - George Bernard Shaw
After a day of reviewing the recent launches with Anarkali, we worked toward the deeper questions that rest between liminal spaces in this work we do
These are the hidden layers of amorphous social constructs that are mostly governed by our subconscious thoughts and deeper animal brain feelings
These are also the layers of humanity I have the least understanding of in other people… particularly in group dynamics, so this space needs a lot more attention moving forward
With a Core Process of Biophilic Sensophile… Anarkali’s ability to slow the living moment down and caringly question into every layer of a situation with gentle wonder is unmatched by anyone I have ever seen
This is starkly different to the pace and force that I naturally move with… so a blessing from the Gods for my development
This magical space we slip into is like a cloud of whispering Ether, which we breathe thoughts, feelings, and reflections of past moments into, and jointly watch the colours of potential and confusion swirl through the haze of mirrored memories and echo’s of thought through time
Her voice always softens any time mine hardens, when frustrations arise through my lack of perspective on events, when I’m locked in my own perception of what should and could be
As we move through the work, I’m consistently amazed at how deep and strong our own stories weave through both experiences and imaginings in equal measure, how we project deep felt images of imaginary versions of ourselves into everything we do, and how we hold judgment and make important life decisions through these moments that affect ourselves and our people’s future
After these sessions, Im reminded that the image of the structural walls that serve as the foundations of our civilisation are not really ‘real things and events’ bricks glued together with a thin layer of ‘social construct’ mortar… but a ‘social construct’ compacted mud wall with the ‘real things and events’ bricks scattered around the base being used as platforms to build it
It is Story, Narrative, and Communication which shape and structure our worlds…
And this is a scary thing if you have ever spent a day really watching your own thoughts as you move through it
We are the Great Time Binders
We are the witnesses to the universal wonder of the living moment as it flexes and folds through time… as time… as this Living Breathing WhatEverTheFuck of existence
So what does this mean to you and I my friend?
Two lost souls at sea
Can you see the shoreline?
Is that even the point?
Or like me…
Do you hear the whispers on the wind that beckon from deeper open waters, where the monsters and mermaids play
The dark depths of stormy distant tides, blackened by angry, swollen skies…
Three steps forward…
One step in…
Progress a little in your outer work…
Progress a little in your inner work…
Evolve the projects in the outer world…
Open up the basement for air and face the monsters in the shadows…
Not for too long though…
Just long enough for you to see your own reflection in their eyes and remember that face is also yours
What did they say to you?
What did they communicate?
What are their stories, and who is really speaking through your dealings in the outer world?
This is probably the wildest story I follow as I communicate with myself
