I am the Womb of the Telepathic Writing Salon
I am the womb of the telepathic writing salon
I am the pressure you all feel, the pressure rising
I’ll push you up and over, and let the lava spray. The heat from the deepest ranks
You will be mad at me, but move deep inside of me,
Because you feel that you come to life more than ever before
Because you know the world doesn’t end at the bed’s edge or the horizon
Does not simmer in silence.
But because there is a movement that is grand
Holy houses topple, creating fear and then show the other side with magic
I am the womb, and I know that I have so much in store
You share your own energy and you get to know yourself deeper
The big reward is that you are increasingly more at the helm of your own life
Because windows are thrown open, whole household goods are thrown out,
Televisions cease to exist. All fairy tales come together and pulled apart
stir in a large cooking pot and will be distributed again
Into total renewal, total new self-determination
So that everything in your world serves your world,
And fire is fire, water is water and you are completely yourself
The ice is broken.
The dam broke through.
Let it begin!