The lucid, flying dream. By the shore of some large, moving body of water, on a cliff, looking down. The water source deep, powerful, under the lake. The rock I am on lifts into the air, a thousand feet high, with me on it! I think, this is it, it’s all over for me, as I look down upon the forest below, and at that moment the rock begins to descend. As we close upon the ground I lift off and land in a small meadow, afoot, alive.

What I realize is that the rock, the underwater well, the air, the forest and hills and meadows, in their movement, in their motion, all their independent power came from the ecosystem. It did not let me down – or it did, gently – because I had faith in it!

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    1. Thanks Corrina! Great essay (as usual) by Eisenstein. I especially like this: “Narratives aren’t just descriptions or interpretations of an external observer-independent reality. They are co-generators of reality. Nor are they constructed merely of concepts; they are organic parts of an embodied state of being, of consciousness, and of relationship. Therefore, the war over what is real is also a struggle for who we are.”
      Personally, I don’t think UAPs are ships filled with aliens. I think the are the beings themselves, evolved in and from the alternate physics of deep space – so naturally our three-dimensional material world is nothing to them, and they can maneuver through it as we would in a lucid dream!

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