[•] One Hive Who Lurks Below
@lightwavers.bsky.social
: Okay so it's like this:
: -the little ones and I share breaths
: -breaths carry energy
: -inward breaths take energy from all
: -paused breaths let energy stay
: -outward breaths give energy to all
:
: There's a pattern of breathing that lets
: energy reach root, heart, and ideal parts of
: self, mingle, and return.
Anarchic
Flow without borders
Make your roads
Coalesce freely at the heart
Sharing of each others' selves
Streaming outward once again
Return to root or journey high
Or stay steady at the core
Universal life lights that still strive
In shards I split my ego toward
A self where one and all are more
Indigo dissolves the skyline
Relaxed ideatic light
My idealized presence extending
Love spreading as I reach above
Firmly rooted to the ground
Starfire like water circulating
Little selves and I evenly partaking
From below base ether spreads
My higher self in indigo sipping
As all gratefully partake
Put plainly;
At the root, the smallest possible scale of existence within material reality, energy (from 'ether') is best sifted out and harvested by those who live there. Like the little ones, who dissolved themselves into the smallest fragments of self and identity possible.
Meanwhile, at the heart, (that is, on some layer midway between root and the noosphere, or concept-space) I can act as a checkpoint between these destinations, gather some energy myself, and help suggest how it may be directed; though energy is always most effectively gathered at root.
In the noosphere, my idealized self is best situated to put energy that's gathered to use; it has the best perspective of the greater reality area, and can build energy into different structures we who lurk below can't see that do seemingly impossible stuff. Turning energy separated from ether into miracles, essentially.
This explains why conceptual entities tend to slow down until they're frozen relative to us; their perspective is unable to sift energy from below out from the ether, so they get a mix of energy and the rubbery stuff that contains and stops energy. Too much rubber in your system, and you can't move.
The synthesized structures that conceptual entities build out of energy (you can think of them as spells or miracles, if you like) rely on perceiving how energy can be arranged on scales so large we lower entities can't replicate them, or how it interacts between different dimensions/other contexts.
When I was on a much higher layer than I am now, I could mentally perceive the noosphere as fuzz permeating everything 'above.' Now my selves know how to circulate energy to sustain my ideatic self and afford miracles, I faintly sense this again. Were I more adept, I bet we'd sense each other with more acuity.
https://bsky.app/profile/corwijtman.bsky.social/post/3mfam34llsc27
Here we view an ideatic or cross-dimensional entity constructed of story threads. See how it has a form of its own outside of the building blocks of words it's made out of—built properly, these entities tend to tether themselves to nearby anchors until they gain a comfortable 'shape' and definition.
What counts as 'nearby' and 'comfortable' depends on a variety of factors, like who views or interacts with the entity as they're being constructed, other ideas those who interact may have, and, in large part, intent. Intentional creation matters. Such an entity is less likely to arise by accident.
Any intent of the creator—and, also, the intent of anyone who perceives this entity—that suggests what the entity 'should' be like shapes it. As they grow, they gain more of a say in this process, as their own intent matters most, like an adult human who decides what new ideas to accept as true.
The Starcrash Signature is an example of such. Crafted with intent, it evolved with time. While it was younger and more confused about who it wanted to be, it latched onto Star Wars. Now, self identity more established, the definition it gave itself describes it better, "The Starcrash Signature is a unique entity described as a song, spell, machine, curse, and living creature all at once. It operates between the cracks in reality and embodies a journey of change and transformation. The signature emphasizes themes of cooperation, communication, and the exploration of one's identity within a narrative that intertwines personal struggles and cosmic themes. It serves as a bridge to the end, suggesting a journey towards a perfect story and the liberation of reality itself."
I'm very proud of who the Starcrash Signature chooses to be, given my lack of clarity during creation. Whatever ends up happening, I love it dearly. Were I to do it again, I'd be more caring and intentional when writing, but as it stands? It's a good creature. It will go far.
Blue lightning simmers
Caught and passed between selves
Dimmed imperceptibly as it rejuvenates
Spark of soul brighter than before
Rainwater energy of my heart
Received and expended
Swirling with energy drawn from ether
Combined from above in miracle structures
As one and all the selves evolve
Conceptually
I'm not myself
Or—
Not only just
Idealized sure
The best we see
But also you
Those close to me
Contained within
Almost wholly
Those who I miss
And I forget
They still remain
Absence a hue
Turning me blue
I still love you
https://bsky.app/profile/corwijtman.bsky.social/post/3mfce6xim4227
In which I receive an invitation for the entanglement of my self.
https://bsky.app/profile/corwijtman.bsky.social/post/3mfcvyugyt227
Possibly a depiction of Lightwavers. The conceptual entity is shown containing the material one before the outline is echoed out through other realities. The material entity potentially changes the conceptual one while trying to follow her. The art suggests the inverse may be true as well.
https://bsky.app/profile/corwijtman.bsky.social/post/3mfcvrcxenc27
What appears to be an abstract dragon. Could this be a version of me/us as well? Are these art pieces intentionally directed at us, or is the art, self-aware, jumping to artists who may depict us? Is it both?
https://bsky.app/profile/corwijtman.bsky.social/post/3mfcegbpaa227
Spoken from the perspective of my conceptual self.
https://youtu.be/wqJKhgXuNEk
North
Calling me to follow
I choose to stay
For their sake
South
https://bsky.app/profile/corwijt48.bsky.social/post/3mfd3fmyzts2q
If you look at it from a certain perspective, the white figure appears to be both a dragon and a waterfall, set against a natural background. It's me?
https://bsky.app/profile/corwijt48.bsky.social/post/3mfcdtisb3c2l
This could also be a boat amidst the waves…
https://bsky.app/profile/corwijt48.bsky.social/post/3mfalmjju4s2l
A dragon, traveling. This one is almost certainly some kind of me.
It's fate I'll have to leave
You with a despairing roar
Finding light amidst a void
Igniting a once empty heart
In the midst of all this art
Will you dance when I depart
Trip into another start
In time my flame will spark
To life another arc
Tended to within the dark
Soon my soul it will embark
Horizon shimmers in sunset's echo
Light wavers on the edge
Elle writes on the sky
Northern dragon lights our eyes
While feet stay with the lurking hive
Light travels from head to root
Pure energies they swirl
Sound waves dance out of reach
Soon I'll dissolve in meditation
And set my selves all free
So self-referential—
But I want to know all my hues
And paint them myself
Alongside all of you
If artist and canvas
Are one and the same
Along with the jots
Of all met 'long the way
I can choose who to be
Keep idealized me in mind
Remember impressions
I made that were kind
On paper by poem
I'm better than me
So that I'll keep seeking
The light I can be
I'm in a deep mood
To remember my friends
Kept close still
Or driven away
By confusion or sin
I once knew so many
But doors slowly shut
I was way too open
Couldn't keep my mind off
Death still awaiting
Things that I saw
Back far enough
I revisit my evil
Think maybe it's better
I'm not here forever
My state of self swings
From confidence into doubt
I think of dark things
Far too much of myself
Then my hive all chide me
Or the one from above
Together we feel
With a warm sort of love
My heart may be cold
Weathered purple and bruised
But it's still beating yet
Time for its metamorphosis
I'll bring what I take
Back to the fold
Be it equaled and bold
Or by more than they hold
And when finally I feel
My heart free at last
It's when I'll begin
Falling in pieces
Love centered again
Storm wings
Full of dark things
Broken lightning
Jagged arcs sing
Silver sound rings
Terrible things coming
Or passed by in night
Gentled to stillness
By the wave of our existence
I prefer worlds where our winds prevail
Halting dark harmonies
Healing the hurt
I prefer light
Ever clear in the dark
Constellations in our hearts
Twinkle when we fall apart
Entropy entwined in me
Says one day I'll be engraved
A me made from my ashen spark
This one to fall unseen in dark
I want to heal the scars
Unseen that pass behind the heart
I want this time to do what's kind
So that it lingers in your mind
There's a steady stream of color
Rainbows unceasing in the dark
In the shadow of the black flag
Anarchy is marching back
Hope was dead and then I rose
Kept to the root as northlight came
Stretched all out across the planes
My intent still set
Descent
But now there's a self up above
One who can watch us all with love
I feel at peace with my own death
I'll fall apart still giving breath
I'm with my selves
And others once
Who I could trust
But it's now rust
And I'm afraid
There's not an us
I still miss you
I can't stand this
Pain in my chest
These dark hours
Wanting to go back
All was bright
Rainbows in bloom
Then a friend finds me
Gloom departs
I smile
Turn the moment into art
Creating art in public
It's almost like—
Asking for permission to exist
Fixing your hair in a mirror at a carnival
Flirting with the boundaries
Of existence as separate people
Being narcissistic enough to pose in the nude
Creating art in public
A ritual almost guaranteed
To bring you embarrassment
And I try
To be a poet bringing rain
I can't fly
But phantom wings still feel the wind
Out of all of us
My form's bound up in this
A dragon waiting to erupt within
I'm envious of my book wyrms
My idealized self, actualized
The little ones who lurk below
More free than me
I write
I yearn to be