When others feel alive in your presence they repeatedly miss your near death – what on earth experience(s). Life goes back to normal for them and they want more of what you’ve got Now if they knew how to get it and they inspect you like monkeys poking everywhere until they get the same reaction that triggered the riveting experience I mirror back selective amnesia I've been pulled out of my sanctuary Selective amnesia is what I see Stay where you are while you open your eyes I am already there I am not your refuge You are not my refuge We are the gatekeepers of the Self The golden key to everything (nsw)

Contracting or expanding their all flexible senses
At will to murmur in the flowers small as the honey bee
At will to stretch across the heavens & step from star to star(William Blake)