I've written about adventures in implicit memory a while ago. Apparently, there's a type of memory in which everything is simultaneous – or, at least, whenever something is recalled, it feels just as if it were present. In neuroscience and psychology, the standard terms are explicit vs. implicit memory, where the former is verbal-based and … Continue reading What do you call a trip guide journeying in implicit memory?
I'm struggling a bit with Martha Beck these days. I've gone back to continue reading her book "Finding your way in a wild new world", which is the oddest mix of things, yet turns out relatively coherent. Despite the non-informative title, the content of the book seems to be hear 4 or so years of … Continue reading Chewing on and trying to digest Martha Beck.
I usually don't write about the good times on here because writing is mostly my tool for getting through the tougher times. When I'm well, I stay off screens; I stay outdoors, or around people without distracting myself with electronic devices. Some thoughts have been circulating lately around the topic of trauma healing (in this … Continue reading Getting half a handle on some basic trauma-digestion processes
You've left me to the wolves. You didn't even know they exist, or that you were doing it. They are far more terrifying than anything you have ever seen. If you had seen them, i would know that by the marks on your soul. I saw more than you. . You didnt see the bright … Continue reading A cryptic and paradoxical text on soul reintegration
A long, pensive and moody piece on what it's like to receive Esteban passing by my house on his shamanic journey. https://soundcloud.com/sasha-supertramp/a-few-days-with-the-mystic
The tenderness Is unspeakable. However, it is tangible. . You pull me Into the warm, satiated sea . You say you fall into trances easily. So do i. It's in the nature of creatures like us. . But i've chosen to tread the bottom of the sea with my feet dry. You swim. You even … Continue reading Parting the seas
It's time to harvest the fruit that grew on the dung In fact, thats largely still buried beneath and within it. 33 years of dung that i could classify as fakeness an hell As stepping away from the soul and self-obliterating That i could throw away But then i would have no foundation. So the … Continue reading Dung
The autistic talked to the deaf man And thought That every shaman Must have a disability. Otherwise We do not become Human.
I have written both about high sensitivity (in Elaine Aron's sense) and energy sensitivity before. In the last weeks, as I have been receiving guests to my hermitage after a looong (involuntary) solitary retreat, and especially last weekend, it "clicked" for me. Below is another fun exercise in cataloguing human neurodiversity (or my obnoxious pattern-matching … Continue reading What is the difference between high sensitivity and energy sensitivity? HSP vs. empath. Features the ghost at the lake.