We're weaving in & out the horizontal physical world from
pinpoint-moments of dis-awareness in the here and now
thus moving into long, vertically extending experiences of
unknown, unlimited duration, & afterwards we return to the
micro-second just after we left - and alas - in that pinpoint,
-moving-out-of-the body experience, my cup of soup fell &
broke, hot soup burning me - this interesting explanation
Is based on Seth's declaration that awareness turns a full
360-degrees all the time, consciousness is an interrupted
stream only briefly focused within this reality - the rest of
the time it's focused in other dimensions intersecting our
reality at every degree - thus we are focused here only 1
moment out of every 360 degrees, therefore some of us
have a strange feeling of confusion as logic and numbers
Don't add up, out of synch with mundane events as time
and space intersect and other forms of awareness share
the airwaves with us - why can't we be at more than one
place at the same time and why can't we fly and do time-
travelling - though physicists say we ARE time-travelling
while existing within our personal universes which meet
then split, carrying us in as many different directions
As there are conscious perspectives…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem