We Are Orange Onions
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Joanne from Manila perceives innerdance as "similar to a black veil slowly dissolving, shedding light on the interconnectedness of our actions and our thoughts, of our thoughts and our actions – the Oneness of our collective consciousness and behavior. As each catharsis peels away yet another layer of the Ego, every dance that follows reveals the Essence of Sacred Self.”
The following podcast introduces the innerdance as compost, as wombspace, as Dreamtime: Download the file here (https://drive.google.com/file/d/1oRN7_jJa2nDMBsUKZOZLKu3W-xvnJYcT/view?usp=sharing) |
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The Womb is onion-like only from a figurative-sense. The Womb has no middle - it is a middle of middles.
Consciousness is like a Cosmic Compost, whether in death and sleep or in wake and life. Roland Barthes writes how human beings Create in Time, Conceive in Space: " Structuralist humans take the Real, decomposes it, then recomposes it."
Composting is everyday, overt. It doesn't just occur in the trance.
When we listen and hear, we decompose. Conception takes place.
When we read, we decompose. Deconstruction happens.
When we absorb energies, Conception occurs.
When we look and perceive, we take things in.
Creation is everyday, overt.
When we speak and express, we recompose the Real.
What is old becomes something New again.
When we write, paint and dance, we remake
what has been remade so many times over.
Upon the Space to Conceive and the Time to Create, realities are born. On the nature of the Cosmic Compost, Consciousness conceives and creates continuously.
Consciousness is like a Cosmic Compost, whether in death and sleep or in wake and life. Roland Barthes writes how human beings Create in Time, Conceive in Space: " Structuralist humans take the Real, decomposes it, then recomposes it."
Composting is everyday, overt. It doesn't just occur in the trance.
When we listen and hear, we decompose. Conception takes place.
When we read, we decompose. Deconstruction happens.
When we absorb energies, Conception occurs.
When we look and perceive, we take things in.
Creation is everyday, overt.
When we speak and express, we recompose the Real.
What is old becomes something New again.
When we write, paint and dance, we remake
what has been remade so many times over.
Upon the Space to Conceive and the Time to Create, realities are born. On the nature of the Cosmic Compost, Consciousness conceives and creates continuously.