I was born with a very thin but very resilient shell. I could almost see through it. I pecked at the inside trying to crack it from time to time but never could break on through for any sustained predictable period.
Seems like there is a theme that people who have been broken have a special contact or connection with that other side.
In my case I've lived an interesting life. My cosmic egg rolled around on & off the table like a guy in a barrel going over Niagra falls.
It finally happened but it wasn't due to my incessent pecking. An exterior force busted it wide open. Annihilation, and yet I stood and breathed. It took a while to realize what had happened altho I knew all along.
Plunged into the alternate dimension of oneness I floundered around. My guides took the reigns and steered me hither and thither until I gained perspective of the labarynth we had entered through the doorway of Chapel Perilous.
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