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blueskyingThis memory is short and sensory.
I and several others (who??) am entering a cave - the daylight is behind us - and finding the air warm and humid. The cave is a tunnel actually, angling down into the mountainside, and I realize it's actually a lava tube. A very old lava tube. Coarse pebbles crunch underfoot. The walls are dense black stone, faintly bioluminescent in places. Life is everywhere here, rich and strong and willful in a way that is both new and reminds me of something.
Like the cave on Dagobah(?) that Yoda(??) tasked me to enter (where I failed?) But that place had been strong in the dark side. This passage feels enchanted - enfolding, encompassing, oddly maternal. There is a shift around us, and I start to sense the attention of the vast presence I'm here to try to talk to again, building as it focuses down and down and down on me.
In the Ferroan language(?) they named this planet the World of Body and Mind - Zonama Sekot.
I and several others (who??) am entering a cave - the daylight is behind us - and finding the air warm and humid. The cave is a tunnel actually, angling down into the mountainside, and I realize it's actually a lava tube. A very old lava tube. Coarse pebbles crunch underfoot. The walls are dense black stone, faintly bioluminescent in places. Life is everywhere here, rich and strong and willful in a way that is both new and reminds me of something.
Like the cave on Dagobah(?) that Yoda(??) tasked me to enter (where I failed?) But that place had been strong in the dark side. This passage feels enchanted - enfolding, encompassing, oddly maternal. There is a shift around us, and I start to sense the attention of the vast presence I'm here to try to talk to again, building as it focuses down and down and down on me.
In the Ferroan language(?) they named this planet the World of Body and Mind - Zonama Sekot.
