05-Exercises from TSK: The Raven

TSK Exercise 1 B ( January 28 2016) The Raven

As I'm drifting to sleep, I fly to the Nude Giantess Asleep in Deep Space, a tiny me walking on the surface of her skin with my bare tiny feet. As I'm reluctant to travel inside the body through a pore, I imitated Wol. As she said in yesterday's session. ¨ Ì didn’t enter the body through a pore but waited until my ¨ perceiving point ¨ was small enough to slip  between cells ¨.

I scale myself down, using a "cookie" as Alice in Wonderland. No. Not the sugary one, a "browser cookie" of my previous attempts at reaching to the Giantess's internal organs :)

Reduced to a scintillating dot, I slide between pores of the giantess skin and find myself tumbling down a tunnel! Just like Alice running after the white rabbit! I land in the heart of the giantess and drinking the magic beverage of imagination, I grow back to the size of a minuscule Alice in white apron, long blonde hair and flexi skirt. 

Behold! The white rabbit is there too, trembling with fear, its humid nose sniffing up in the air, trying to detect any danger. I realize it is my own fear of venturing into the internal organs of the giantess. This lasts a while, as I feel stuck in fear with the fearful rabbit. I feel so alone. It feels like an eternity and I wonder who to pray to in order to set foot on the yellow brick road. 

Suddenly, the lion is there, reminding me that the heart is also the seat of courage. Then I'm floating in some water, in my mother's womb and I go down another tunnel into the bloodstream of the giantess, into her arteries and veins. 

As I'm coughing, the imagery concentrates on the Giantess lungs which are in Deep Space yes, but connected to my own lungs. In fact, I realize I'm traveling into my own body. Tiny Alice is busy spreading some honeyed stardust to calm the bronchi. It works, the coughing goes.

Tiny Alice then massages the liver to free it from the gooey white substance of toxic residues, then she goes to the spleen and to banana-shaped pancreas, using the anatomy lessons of the energy healing classes I undertook in 2014. She keeps exploring then she is kind of pulled at the surface of the giantess again, seeing the  giant body floating in space as she is herself, a tiny doll of Alice. 

My father is there again, transmitting his medicine man knowledge of the internal organs before he tumbles back into the stars, sucked in by powerful cosmic winds. I find myself inside the giantess again, as gigantic as Alice in front of the secret garden's door. 

I eat some bits of the browser cookie and scale myself down enough to go through the door, visiting the kidneys, the ureter and the bladder of the Giantess body, the thousands of miles long small and large intestines if you were to flatten all the little folds.Then I proceed to explore her ovaries. When I'm in her uterus, I wonder if this is "the womb of the Mother of Language", what the Hindu pandits call the Matrika-Shakti. I fly through her  body as I remember conversations with my dying father about Jonas in the whale's belly and I go up to her head scan the brain of the Giantess. 

I'm now both inside her brain and outside, holding the back of her head in my gigantic hands ( Alice is now the size of the Giantess herself and also hovering in space). I hold her brain as in a basket of light, connecting with her pituitary gland as I do when I give an energy healing session to a family member or a friend, visualizing the blood and the light irrigating the smallest vessels. Is it then that I hear the gush of blood of the Giantess as when we sometimes hear our blood in our own ears? 

I'm almost asleep now, turn around in my bed to lay on my stomach as I'm ejected from the internal body of the Giantess or from whatever space I was.

I find myself in the same position the next morning and pursue the exercise. The Giantess is floating in deep space, her hair like feathers of a raven. She's not quite human now, in the process of going through shamanic transformation as I wake up. 

As I find the title for this piece, I'm reminded of some quote I vaguely remember posting on my Guardaian Pages. Found it! Here it is: 

https://wiki.playasbeing.org/Chronicles/Chapter_04%3a_The_First_Months/C._Genesis

Guardian of the Void 

 

genesis Zhangsun: I can tell you what I think was the inspiration behind the Guardian name
genesis Zhangsun: is that what you are asking?
Adams Rubble: That would be great
genesis Zhangsun: Well the person who made the introduction to Pema possible was a girl who worked at the Cafe, who is a friend of mine
genesis Zhangsun: in RL
genesis Zhangsun: she is an artist
genesis Zhangsun: before Pema left Berkeley
genesis Zhangsun: I asked her 
genesis Zhangsun: to draw something for Pema as a gift
genesis Zhangsun: that drawing was of a raven
genesis Zhangsun: she called it "Guardian of the Void"
Adams Rubble: :)
genesis Zhangsun: this was around the same time Guardian emerged

 

Genesis in PaB Chronicles by Adams #5