Shocked

Back to the root…of being shocked. The world is shocking.  It’s astonishing. Double rainbows and full arches. Extension chords, garage grade ovens, and cattle fences. They’ll all shock you if there’s no insulation or the rubber barrier has been gnawed by rats racing.  Changing course. Being uprooted. Or digging in.  Here’s where we begin. The shock of life’s current moving without containment.

Where attention goes, energy flows and transforms the giver as well as the receiver. And what about that which is taken without giving? Or that which is gifted away before the clingings get clung? It’s holism.  Participation and Observation.  The participation is where presence and energy alter the matereality of the perceptions.  Does the experience have a ‘belonging to’ now? The Observation is how time and space are stopped and words attempt to give symbols to what is coming through sensory perception.  The distortions transport the experience from the experience.

First entry to the lungs could feel like fire after watery feeding chords gone. Could feel like mud.  Who knows?  This place is bad space so we sit in good seat to tune in, plug in, and shed our skins for the rising, for the rebirth. Unlearning breath with the forgotten carbon information transmission. Or is it copper wire? We are indeed stardust. So what is it that we must do?

It’s not whether the coin is heads or tales.  Curiousity into what kind of coin it is. What kind of coin? Where is it from?  What is the tale, if the other is a head? Just what it is. What it be. Is it heavy with crimped edges? Does it have a hole?

All my secrets have been told.  Out loud, I have shared these shame filled tales with people who matter to me. Some to whom might find remedy from their telling.

We are the same coin with different sides in a world that will shock you when you are not hypnotized by folkways and worldviews that hold the container of understanding this reality.  This time and space that crystal slowly is to replace. Turning shock into shine. Opening to the endless blooming or the transformation back to fertilizing and feeding the exchange in the soil, the soul. Never dieing. Constantly reborn and forming.

Feeding from the roots.  An electrical exchange powered by biological interbeings vibrating harmoniously. Constantly shocking.