2024-06-04 - [1.3] This egg has an ego

The consciousness alerts to a sense of ... self ... as gently as skimming the skin from the milk. With a gentle jolt, as a boat nudging up against the land as it washes in with the tides. As stately and surprising as when the moon drifts out from behind clouds.

Now time begins again.

The new being, with a growing sense of being separate, is absolutely loving itself. I am the great, the one, the only, the everything. This is also new, exciting, promising, thrilling.

Then a sense of the other. Mother returning. Although the new life has a sense of warmth, love, safety around it now, there is a darkness in this egg. A sense of ... betrayal. The other is greater, the other is not I.