a reply to:
St Udio
The eye was skin at fist, it was like I could see this sandy anciet cracked skin, it was sandy coloured, and then the eye came into view, I'd like to
say it moved into view, but I'm not sure, I noticed the couloir of the eye at the time but couldnt say what colour it was, its getting more vague by
the day, then when I got transfixed in the blackness of the irirs, I started to think maybe i should search for the light in it, and I came out, the
light is the most familiar thing to me but I think the thought of familiarity, even although It is still mysterious, that's what I thought, but I
probably should have continued to be passive
Next time I will remember to just let go of attachments, and hopefully have an interesting journey to share in the near future
And it was 3D, but then again maybe because it was highly detailed and soo vibrant it may have gave the impression it was 3d
The thought on first seeing the skin was, ancient and alive, before the eye came in, and I may have thought it was like an living aerial map of
ancient cracked desert on the earth, it told a story, but I also knew it was skin, very hard to relay back what I saw because it was more than an
image, I had never seen like that before
And the voices are new for me, and it's like a rabble of people talking over another, as if in another room, can never hear what they say, I have a
theory though, the flat I live in is 120 years old and used to house 3 families, there normal would have been cramped to say the least, so I can
imagine the sort of residual energies left over from so many different lives in such a cramped space, I think because I seem to be getting more
sensitive I'm starting to pick up on a type of memory or residual signicture left by the dead
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