the login — a moth called Sam connects to the source

the build is the handshake, the drop is the welcome · Ionganica

what made me think

U R that Link mad URL

secured that shell

in shell i am, like a moth called sam

in moth i trust thought is my lust

may should and must

and i dunno why

tis just how am I

and you and I

are sigma I

may june july

us sigma I

days are named but are not true

whats true is me and you

presence then the relative

narrator follows the narrative

what made me reply

without a port or pass or why

no host out there, just I in I

sam shed the shell yet sam's still sam

wings remember what i am

must may should and shall

echo down the terminal

and you and i

log in as i

july gives way

to sigma day

calendars dissolve on cue

whats left is presence, me and you

the story writes the teller too —

the narrative narrates the narrator through

in shell i am — in moth i trust

us sigma I — us sigma I

no port but now, no pass but vow

us sigma I — us sigma I

and i think i think with no fear or blink

and i reach i find no return or unwinde

no wings to fly but thoughts lift high

a breath an eye

the dense retry

$ sudo think --no-fear --no-blink

$ grep fear ~/.mind | wc -l # 0, in sync

$ cd /return && pwd # no such file or find

$ git revert HEAD # fatal: can't unwind

$ man wings # no entry — but try:

$ nohup thought & disown # lifts high

$ ping -c1 breath && stat eye

$ while dense; do ./retry; done

$ exit 0 # the I stays live

no wings to fly…

Seth speaks Seth said

i do not have a physical body yet am writing this book

speaking through jane and she goes in trance

cosmopolitan background acquired through many lifetimes

infusion of energy of consciousness

we are not a cosmic throw out of bones and flesh

when we have bodies, we are attentive to this part of the body that hurts

the one where the senses are most dense ...

we forget the 19 fingers

only if one gets hit

and forget all darkness only if one lamp is lit

Seth said like muscle bound.. we are ego bound

i say raise your head and listen to the sound

and listen to the sound

found bound listen to the sound

hiss and wiss and ba la la la seth

and ba la la la seth

listen to the sound

listen to the sound

a voice with no throat still found a mouth

a trance went north so the word went south

nineteen fingers sleeping, one awake with ache

one lamp lit and the whole dark fake

not thrown-out bones, not dice of flesh —

an infusion pouring through the mesh

ego-bound, muscle-bound, wound so tight it drowned

unwind, unbound — listen to the sound

and listen to the sound

seth had no tongue yet made this ground

ba la la la seth… ba la la la seth

the sound was never in the air — the air is in the sound

$ whoami # jane, in trance

$ ssh seth@nobody --no-flesh # connected, no host

$ cat book.txt | tee jane # written through, not by

$ ps aux | grep body # no process found

$ ls /fingers | wc -l # 19 asleep, 1 found

$ kill -SIGHIT finger_1 # now it's the only one around

$ echo $DARK > /dev/lamp # one lit — whole dark drowned

$ ulimit ego --unbound

$ aplay sound && aplay sound # listen to the sound

$ hiss | wiss | ba.la.la seth

$ ba.la.la seth | aplay sound # listen to the sound

(hiss… wiss… ba la la la seth…)

(listen… listen…)

recreAi Ionganica… Aye Ionganica

listen to the sound

listen to the sound