07-Exercises from TSK: Microlevel

TSK exercise 3: Microlevel

Now that I know where it is, I go directly to the giant body of the exercises, lightyears away in deep space, hovering supine in it's wire framed outlines. It's more a "thing" then before. I try shifting my point of view in and out of the body, from afar and close. It's breathing, at least. 

As I was going to a book launch, I decided to shift my focus to see space between things instead of things ( I'm still reading chapter 1). But I got too caught up in people to even remember the idea. Past midnight, as we ride the subway back home after watching Star Wars in 3D, this idea comes back to my mind. I close my eyes and try to see "space between people" at the book launch in retrospect instead of people. Uneasy. Same with the movie. It works a bit for the 3D effects that create a sense of space and imagining the space between 24 images per second or pixels or whatever on the screen. Uneasy. Then doing the experience in real time, in the subway car. Uneasy. Except when I overhear someone saying, very fast: "You know what I mean, you know what I mean" and focus on the vibrations of the sound moving space in the subway car. Same thing when I notice the two hands of a man gesturing as he's talking with a friend: my focus shifts to the space he has moved around by his hands. 

The next morning, traveling to the giant body, I'm only a speck of a dot, time warping itself at the microlevel of atoms and neutrinos and gluons and quarks and plasmas or whatever atomic level word I can remember. As my mind is rather blank of images for these sub-atomic levels, I use sacred geometry yantras. At some point, the speck of a dot is time-warping out of the giant body and finding itself in a space with multiple giant bodies hovering in clusters of galaxies and parallel universes. 

As I'm visualizing the images, the soundtrack is writing itself —in English, as I know I will share this in English. I try to focus on the space between words but even the blanks and the silences get recorded so I can commit the experience to memory and write it down when I open my eyes.

Trying to figure out how to "thaw" the frozen reality I'm seeing, I realize the words are the fluorocarbon gas that freeze the fluid endless dance of the particles. Without words, the world would thaw.