Dear membrane,
You teaser!
I am wired in a way that I trust only what my senses feel,and that is the entire limit of my knowledge.Rest I call for lack of a better word,imagination.Since most of us suffer from occhiolism at some point,we come to believe that imagination is much much more potent and larger than reality.I instead believe that "known" is merely "sensed-till-date",which stands not in opposition of imagined,but as a tiny yet integral part of everything that is "detectable",sensed or not as yet.
Those of us who feel the limitation of our perspective are the ones who have sensed the presence of that "other",or of that is supersensory.
May be we misunderstood the quest altogether.May be we were not pushed to know all,but to know merely "our own".How could we in our singularity be expected to to know all as a singular "sensed-knowledge"?
I do sense mine sometimes separated with a semi clear membrane.Which sense informs me of it is difficult to answer,but it is clearly sensed.I feel that membrane which actually is a vast space in between myself and the other side,is permeable.Now that is where the time becomes elastic.The membrane is as thick as a hundred miles of empty space,but the very next moment,it is as thin as a bubble's surface,or as touchable as the real membranes separating muscles.
It is a threshold to the other side if and only if one comes either equipped with new tools ,or ready to let go of the familiar ones.
I cant breathe through it but somehow see through it.
If you are not in readily,you should return and wait for the next time it calls you,but in the meanwhile try selling yourself this possibility that there are ways of reaching out without using your consciousness or brain only.May be the best apertures come in sleep space.
I feel there is a possibility of tasting through it although I never personally could.But the most phenomenal thing here is that one doesn't need to cross the border to experience the other space,rather one can invite the experience to come to our world.Recorded images, sounds, history and holograms bring the experience to us in limited ways and from small distances already.
It is done by sending and receiving full-bodied tweets through it,morphoncally.
When it happens,I feel myself being a small solid core with a moist jelly cloud around me buzzing with knowing,but honestly,I tend to mistrust my own knowing at times.Doubt goes hand in hand with discoveries.