Between Relative and Safety
Wherein home is extraspectral...
Between Relative and Safety
What is ˚ safe?
"Are you safe?" - I don't know how to answer. I look. I look. ...I ask a clarifying question. The air shifts. In time, I learn safe's a sense connection is positive. Hyperironic (radical) relation or a sense building relations serves. This ...is safe.
Where I am in my teens will still see relation as net-negative for some time. With a cascade of genes activations, attempts to connect reach their threshold; genes kick on, as mists kick on at the base of falls - to serve the pattern. A host of parameters pour in, "I live in inaccomadative times" - so much its own place, we don't know where you are.
"Who Hurt You?"
These genes are an emergency set. They are as desparate as they are antiquated. (They got switched off for a reason.) But they've been switched on for now - special. Each animal thier own experience in a universal in resonance with the extrauniversal.
An experience (the disgust around violating social norms) fails to map to a nervous system. The weak wi-fi social norms is left to connect to the moment experiences lag. Social norms are a load-out of proclivities. To elect one's own proclivities weirds the network of one's notice. Notice this out of scope, return to the therapist:
Are you safe?
Think through the ask to clarify the term:
- [✔️] Do I feel safe to babble oit loud in public?
- [✔️] Do I feel safe to be naked on sacred land?
- [✔️] Do I feel safe to say what is on my mind?
- [✔️] Do my thoughts feel safe to be worded?
- [ ] Do I feel safe to reply to "are you safe"?
Anything but enthusiastic yes is a call to serve. To answer this call, search for something to tend (me), to bless (here), to offer (words), to know - "am I safe?" Solve for enthusiastic yes. Growing up to find thid question inmutable (not up for discussion) establishing an overwhelming relation in a body at the boundary with "are you safe," namely: "we're spotted."
Short-circuiting "are you okay" is a sense the question is in an extractive frame. Call to serve comes from moments a missed opportunity to connect surfaces. Drilling into children can have attention feel like extraction: replies to "Are you okay?" are turned to spirals nourishing shame.
A call to serve might be a harmonic draw or resonant pull. Is your heart moved. Are you receptive to this moment? How might the backs of your arms feel? (Is that question perverted?) How is your sense of presence? Is that sense safe from you? Does sense of presence fill you?
Is surface tension provided for you to be disturbed - do you feel every ripple every pollen finding you forms? Not to control, but to bring the mote gratitude, potential thought, the speed of voice the speed of writing. Compression the heat of words. Thoughts never said this moment: thanks. (How many are thank you?) How many thoughts welcome their word; how many will never be said.
Thoughts partition to speak in one language, sing in the other, transcribe spoken word with one hand and scribble in lyrics with the other. In one estimate, five paragraphs of thought go in to every word: from word to word, those five paragraphs don't tend to change much. The five paragraphs each word reshapes like landscape establishes a shared context for each other.
Are words safe from your thoughts?