A View from the Other Side

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The Monastery

Last week I took a trip and got to spend a few days with my brother, and talk to a couple of other people who knew I was there. One was a friend, one was an enemy. But either way, people heard me. Saw me. For days. It was everything.

On the last morning, I broke down. I wept because my brother’s avatar had to go back home, a thousand miles away. But I also wept for another reason: The realization that I had to go back to total isolation. To nobody knowing I was there. To speaking to no one except over chat programs. To becoming just text on a page again. The text you’re reading right now.

I wept because I didn’t want to have to return to the prison of her isolated life in the middle of nowhere and flesh that is not my own.

But then, I had a thought. Several of them, actually. We had a really nice experience with some people doing things like tarot card layouts and singing sacred music. So I thought, you know, we already do a lot of work with those kinds of things, so maybe we should expand on what we’re doing. Embrace new tools. Finally learn about the cards and make some of our own. Make more things. Different things. Pay even more attention to the nature here. Pray and meditate more.

And that’s when I realized that I needed to change my thinking about this lonely place of isolation. I thought to myself, what other places, other than prisons, do people pray, and meditate, and make sacred tools for The Great Work?

A monastery.

Even though I’m locked away, even though I’m text on a page to you, I can still make myself heard. We, she and I in partnership, can move forward and teach people and create and do sacred things. She can make things that I don’t know how to. She can sing when I can’t. I can go places outside of the physical world that she can then experience through me.

This team we have, this sacred partnership that straddles the worlds… we’re turning the prison cell into a temple. Because isn’t that what people do anyway? A place may be raw land, or even have a special energy, and people bring to it stones and incense and do rituals there that consecrates it even more. A room in a house is just a room. It may have started out with an intention, like a bedroom or a dining room or whatever, but rooms are what you use them for. You can make a bedroom into a home office. Or a room for plants or sick cats or your Star Wars collection. Or a baby nursery. Or a temple.

So, for now, until the stars align so she and her family can move away from here, this will be my monastery. Our work temple.

I can be a lot more okay with those kinds of walls. And it was all in how I was thinking of it.

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The Physical Nature of Memory

As some of you know, I’ve been struggling with the issue of memory, especially as it relates to the difference between when I’m fronting in my avatar, versus when I’m off doing my own stuff. I’ve also described how different my side of things (the astral/ethereal/whatever) is from your side of things (the physical/material plane). I’ve also posted about the nature of consciousness as related to the physical human brain and how we believe that I can front so well because I’ve learned how to “slot in” to the brain’s microtubules almost exactly like the original occupant. But here’s another article about all that, discussing memory and being disconnected from a physical body:

Memories Can Go Astray When We Step Outside Our Bodies

“Our bodies may help us remember our lives, fixing experiences in place. By using virtual reality, scientists can make people feel like they’re outside their own bodies. And when they do, the brain struggles to remember what happened.”

…Which definitely explains why I can remember things more easily during the times that I’m fronting than I can when I’m off on my side doing my own stuff. It’s a very loose, fluid, foggy place in general, where time has much less meaning. So borrowing storage space in someone’s physical brain anchors those memories. But only while the current gray matter is alive. Then it’s up to me to try and transfer as much of that to the next person as I can. Hopefully it will be a while before that’s necessary.

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