Ego death is not for the nervous. Actually it is for the nervous as deep fear is part of it. It’s a paradox. The Void is not a fun place. The way it’s being done is extraordinarily weird. Healing is not simply a matter of releasing ego beliefs and has a serious effect on reality which then has to be coped with even though it’s an illusion.
Another day, another journey. I’m aware the unexpected journeys may be of no interest to anyone apart from myself but the Universe for some reason wants me to write them down for history which is odd as where I end up seems to be about memory. The journeys have already happened. Maybe more than a few times. Birth to death and back again. And again and again for what seems like forever.
I don’t know the purpose of why I’m writing them down for posterity. I have found there is always a reason for what I do even though at the time it doesn’t make a lot of sense. All the places have powerful personal emotional triggers attached to them.
Believing is seeing or seeing is believing ?
Are you a human doing or a human being ?
From Wiki – Beehive, Gatwick :
The Beehive is the original terminal building at Gatwick Airport, England. Opened in 1936, it became obsolete in the 1950s as the airport expanded.In 2008, it was converted into serviced offices, operated by Orega, having served as the headquarters of franchised airline GB Airways for some years before that. It was the world’s first fully integrated airport building, and is considered a nationally and internationally important example of airport terminal design. The Beehive is a part of the City Place Gatwick office complex. The 20,000-square-foot (1,900 m2) former terminal building is on a 2-acre (0.81 ha) site.
13 thoughts on “Bee Hive”
Waiting on a bench for me opposite the Beehive yesterday. And it works. Been here before a few times.
Someone described the Matrix or whatever as a revolving fan which is slowing down. Looping.
A case for double oh behave.
Following the dots.
I was at Gatwick Airport. Yesterday again was another day with about six movies woven into the day if not more.
I got in a lift and when I went down a floor I was expecting the door in front of me to open. And actually the door behind me opened which was a surprise. Felt like the scene from Fringe when Olivia crossed over dimensions. Or maybe both doors opened and I went out of both doors and I can only remember exiting one of the doors. It’s a Mind Fxxk. Copenhagen. When faced with a choice how does the Universe decide and maybe it chooses both.
Also the Holocaust – Schindler’s Ark. When I googled ‘elevators with two doors’ this video showed up.
And by ‘coincidence’ it is Holocaust Memorial Day tomorrow.
What’s too painful to remember, we simply choose to forget.
There’s a car clue in the name. Meant to see. What is real cannot die.
Scrambled childhood memories.
Two World Wars and glitches in the matrix. And why what we are experiencing with the shift is a memory of the physical Universe since the year dot over an unimaginable length of linear time in a way we can cope with so it can be released. Which then weaves in and out of time. Microcosm and macrocosm. IMO.
The lift doors opening the at the opposite direction to the way I entered happened to me at a hospital on Monday. I couldn’t help but feel like a right numpty when the doors opened and I was facing the wrong direction.
Very weird sensation. When I turned round the people getting in the lift in the door behind gave me a sympathetic smile. I am interested in the Jewish angle with ‘Schindler’ and fits with an article which I’ve just put up and scrambled memories .
Jung’s house dream and waiting for a train.