A Dispatch from the Depths of a Burning Neck
A Dispatch from the Depths of a Burning Neck
The portal has opened. The fog lifted. The guardian has presented himself to me in full form.
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I want to place the flags of presence all over the digital sub-world.
It is who I am.
It is what I want to do, even if only a few passersby are paying attention.
It's quite possible that for the first time I have fully realized what I am doing with my projects.
Yes, I stated several times, "hope and inner peace."
And yet, the creature I called Meaning was still barely seen in the fog.
I saw ever-emerging outlines, colors, symbols, and made assumptions.
And now, the creature is standing right in front of me.
I can see it perfectly.
I can see the balance-seeker's forever companion.
The portal has opened.
The fog lifted.
The guardian has presented himself to me in full form.
So what now?
Hold on…
The Burning Neck.
Building a creative space that also serves as a backdrop for my stories…
If I live long enough to write them. Haha
While I was carrying and lifting, I accidentally hit my head on a low beam.
My neck flipped back.
Ouch.
And now I am dealing with the consequences: burning neck pain and just as burning headache.
OK. That's explained.
As I make progress preparing the "backdrop," I have a hard time switching to social mode and posting something so my social stations remain active.
I have abandoned the fear of inconsistency, so I am not worried that my new trains might look different from the old ones.
As for the new look and feel, I have no clear idea.
But no worries, it will come.
I can already see the new trains' spirits approaching on the horizon.
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