(Partially) Off grid

I wish I had nothing to think about, and just swim like a jellyfish, no brain and no feelings, just blu blu around the Holy Spirit. And with this idea, I closed my eyes in a hotel in Chongqing, and just tried to cut all external noise and reconnect with the divine while my camera battery was loading right next to my bed. I had watched many gnostic videos online, and I still had a blurry idea of what to do and how to accomplish it, which basically meant taking a ton of pictures. And yet, beyond the byproduct of the trip itself, there wasn’t really anything to do, because action can in many ways become noise to a mind that has not become still on its float.

I got lost more than once until I figured a way back, guiding myself through building positioning the same way ancients used to guide themselves through stars (until I got my connectivity sorted out). And when regained full connectivity, I felt it wasn’t important anymore. I wanted to be far enough to reach myself.

I had dreamt about this place back in the day. And the materialization of a dream is subconsciously empowering and allows the user of the mind to live in the present tense. Before, I had imagined this place would give me the pearl. Now there wasn’t anything to receive. Hence, here I was, only two weeks before I took a plane to Shanghai. Chongqing didn’t disappoint me. It was marvelous. The architecture felt like it was out of a dream. This way, I walked up and down and explored all the corners I could. First time in a new city by own that I didn’t feel completely lost, but rather found a sense of unsuspected familiarity, intuited by videos and photos I had forseen online.

Loneliness was good. At a point, my consciousness starts to feel concealed in common narratives, as if stuck in some form of a show with recurrent characters and roles, and suddenly you get trapped in days which turn to weeks, weeks which turn to months, and so. There is a intuition of something not being grasped, and a feeling you might have lived different lives, met different people, and done life just alike. The quality of a still mind should be to live in the present tense without much conflict. As any story needs a plot, losing all conflicts redeems the user from their stories.