2024-06-15 - [2.3] Opening of Touch

There is one thing you have to thank Shell-Biter for. The opening of Touch. Sensation. Perception.

Your awareness has grown sharper - immediate, like a splash of cold sea. But it is still not complete. Gaps in what comes and does not come. The other shores have stilled. The fog has solidified. Some are near, others far enough away that they seem like echoes. It is easier to see the Far-Ones when Mother is near. Her Light illuminates all.

You start to feel the same parts of yourself in her. Or is it parts of her in you? Her sendings of light become easier to read, and you can repeat her questions in the sand with the long, curved things you now wield. And there is more that they are useful for. Chasing at waves, feeling the weight of the sea brush against you - how it feels like when Mother is pressed close. Talons, she calls them one day.

You use your talons on everything. Sand. Water. Air. Shell-Biter. You press hard. You press softly. These sensations cascade into other sensations. The shore grows deeper, wider. The water feels wetter. The colors that bleed across the horizon with Mother’s Coming-Going intensify. This is you - the you that has always been and the you that will continue to be. What more will come with it?