A Babe In Swaddling Clothes

It's that babe in a manger thing that sweeps me up in it just to be tossed away as insignificant tripe. It reminds me of the descriptions I've encountered in the media about stem cells. There is a state of being they're in before they become any particular type of stem cell, when they can be provoked into any sort of stem cell in particular. 

I don't know if this description represents the same thing I'm attempting to relate it to. I've been there consciously, but without consciousness as a result of imbibing the Diviner's sage sacrament. I wasn't a particular form of life, but I eventually found out that it's from this nebulous state of being I could be any form of life, but only in accord with the calling, and from how far away it's uttered.

I've hypnotized clients to re-experience their own birth, and then when they went through it, I would direct them to where they were before they were born, and they each described a similar type of situation to what I claim to have experienced in the situation I described above with the diviner's sage, and none of them knew each other face to face as nay-me-d objects. 

It was writing about that "third part" to Isabella that kicked this construct into gear. I had the distinct feeling in reflecting on this that the neutral stem cell, the babe in swaddling clothes, and my previously mentioned "third part" have much in common.

I propose there is a prenatal null point from which a no thing can be-co-me a some thing or any thing else at all. For so-me, there is a stupendous fear involved in turning the tables and be-co-me-ing no thing from so-me thing or any thing. It's not like this is my original idea. I'm trying to write about in the vernacular to see if I attract an "Amen!" or two by those who have had similar experiences.

I don't see this transmutation as all that possible for me as an individual, I may have come close before. I think the null point has to be approached more neutrally than I'm presently capable of, and I'd have to be able to carry the ability to initiate the transmutation into the null point with me, and have the consciousness necessary to understand my choices once being there was gained. Also, I'd have to get this all together and act on it before nature took it's course, and I "heard" a call from a frog or a chipmunk, and became that before I literally played God by being-for-my-self.

Campaign in poetry. Govern in prose.

It's been a while since I could use a mechanical can opener with any physical dexterity at all, so I went and bought me an electric can opener. They had cheaper ones for sell, but I figured the extra five bucks might have some advantage I didn't understand, and from the looks of it, I didn't. When I got home I plugged it in and tapped the handle a couple of times to see what happened, but I didn't actually open a can with it to see how it worked. It sat there for a month or so.

One day, like today, I was making some chili and had three or four cans of tomatos and beans and kernel corn to open, and I remembered to give it a try. Mind you, it's been right there in plain sight, and if it had been a snake... etc. I'm just slow on the uptake with some new technology. I positioned the can inside the groove when I thought it went, and pushed down on the handle to give 'er a whirl.

To the nakid eye it didn't seem like it was doing anything at all. The can spun round and round, but I didn't see where the can was getting opened. I put my hand under the can and lifted the handle to see what the matter was, and I got the surprise of my life. The whole top of the can came off. This can opener didn't open the can from the top, it opened cans from the side just below the rim. Neatest cut on a can I'd ever seen. I may have decided to make chili tonight just to get to use the can opener.