Creativity visions from the sacred sacral

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Hello K people!

My spine's been almost completely dormant this time round. However,

waking on day 1, I did find my internal vision was flashing, and very

soon saw a borderless computer window fade in, containing slightly-

out-of-focus program code in it. It was about two pages long and

seemingly fully structurally correct, and I was able to spend about

thirty seconds scrolling it up and down through it for clues before

it was gone again. The mathematician Ramanujan would see firey

scrolls of exotic equations unfold before him in visions, and then

share them with the world afterwards. Could this be the same? Maybe

this algorithm was a world changer, a folding-sequence solver for

cancer or something! If only I could read it. Bah!

 

Next night, I woke up out of body in my old school's sanitorium,

waving my arms around above my sleeping dream self. Ohhhh - I've

just remembered...at one point in his life, Ramanujan was housed

barely two hundred yards from that building! Anyway - the light

through the windows bulged with sudden brilliance as I raised out

through the building into the sky. I was just drawing level with the

top of a palm tree when another program listing started to

unassumingly fade in over the view, as if offering me a choice of

experience.

 

I had to explore the text more really, and started to do so, this

time complete with auto-repeat computer beep sounds whenever I

attempted to stray beyond the bounds of the relevant code. Though I

could now read perfectly, what I saw this time was extremely

challenging - the only terms within it I felt I could really

understand fully were " mm " , " meter " and " save " . It was using a

corner of technology that I've never explored before, I wasn't even

sure of its name. The logic was beautifully laid out, nested within

elaborate multi-line text-art embellishments like fronds on a plant,

giving one section near the bottom an appearance reminiscent of...the

palm tree I'd surrendered earlier. I tried to return to that for

less cerebral relief, but suddenly it was over.

 

Last night, I had a lengthy, deeply boring dream about my work - but

once awake, I suddenly understood! Exactly like kundalini, the opus

I'd seen the night before described a systematic restructuring

process, the self-evolution of an existing body by means of a

transcendental quality within itself - it was code that rewrote

itself. Which happens to be a really neat idea to solve my current

work assignment, if I dare attempt it, aha! Hmm, and I wonder if the

code fronds were symbolic of chakras on a spine? Either way, I

finally feel I have some appreciation of the creativity chakra

now...thank you Chrism!

Tom