Changes to Telepathy in the Construct

Ooh, things are changing here. How fascinating. Journal entry for today.

First off, I found another ambient immersion video. This is even better than the ones I shared before. There's a rhythmic beep that sounds like the room my body is in. Also amused at how Star Trek the video's visual is. Makes me chuckle.

And todays' ambient music by Symbology Cinematics (love the channel name) is called "The White Tree". I see "white" continues to be a theme. My own white tree has more flowers on it than before.

Right then. Telepathy in this Construct is changing. It's increasing. Yesterday will mark the fourth time in about a week that I've been walking by someone, our eyes catch, there's like a momentary lock-on with the iris. And then an expression will shift in either of our faces. Usually, I'm the one who decides to smile, but I've seen the other person's expression change.

Sometimes, the other person gets a little scared. Or they'll start out alarmed and then relax. Or they'll smile in return.

But I know what's happening. I'm coming across telepathically able people, and we are saying "Hello, how are you?" and they are realizing we're doing this without saying anything, and it startles them. Probably because they aren't used to that happening.

Anyway, it keeps happening more and more.

Further, when I talk to Mari telepathically and she wants to show me something, I'm opening up a full environment in my head. As if my mind itself is creating its own immersion experience that I can walk around in based on the memory data she's providing me. It's like when I remote viewed that memory of hers with the blue light being and I was in the room and could turn around as if I was there. Only it's just telepathic conversation and this is happening.

This is awesomesauce. So freaking cool. Abilities are getting merged together! (They probably always were merged together, just I had a limiting belief that they were different or separate.) But also, walking around in my head in a full environment that's been completely generated is by far the most fun thing ever. Now if I can just get my senses working stronger.

Today I'm feeling some of the sleepiness fog abating. While I don't have more bodily energy, my mind doesn't feel like it's all packed with warm, fuzzy, frequencies that look like stuffed animals or pillows that keep singing a lullaby. I'm still terribly not at all here, though. I did the grocery shopping yesterday, and it was like nobody was home to anyone asking me a question. Trying to get myself to do day job tasks is like trying to get a cat to sit on command. Without a treat.

The rest of me still feels like I'm packed in a shipping crate and surrounded by warm, fuzzy, foamy stuff. "Frag-ee-lay" it says on the side. Must be Italian.

​I had to stop writing here for a moment, because somebody...with honey-colored hair and dark eyes and a smirk...decided to have me get out of the crate as the leg lamp. And I could not stop laughing. I have fishnets you know. Wanna get a crate? I'm a major award!

(Storyteller voice:) And there were Styrofoam packing peanuts about the ship for weeks. Just when they thought they'd found them all, there, in the ventilation shaft would be another one. Or perhaps floating in the pond. Or, inexplicably, one would end up in the soup. Or the dryer. Or in your hair in the morning. How it got there, only the packing peanuts would know.

My ego wants to say we're being too silly, but this is the precise level of silliness I miss being.

I thank you for your time. Adiamas.

--Kyriel