The Breeze

"Would you like to start over?" The Demon of God asks, without bias, in the midst of our task.

I consider her words, and realize that I am neutral regarding the outcome. This sets me at ease. I find myself considering again, this time beginning from a position of ease, and feel a slight breeze through the thought corridor. Then I feel that breeze for what it is: internal and beneath the level of what I typically consider choice and tangibly real on this level.

"An excellent point. Where did the breeze come from?" Our words muddle as I realize that she is in both those channels and these, in terms of imagined or overheard conversations, so ego specificity and filling in context for what I was referencing are unnecessary.

"It is the natural inclination that exists, despite any attempt to remove or neutralize it. It is the inverse of The Final Bip~ The Bip of Imbalance."

"Self is then the condensing of this effect. 'I am more truly here than there' results in a separation from The Bip of Imbalance, and often not even noticing it."

"When we find the breeze, which acts physically more like the ripple on a pond, we can direct it, and then amplify it through resonant force."

"This force is very hard to move on this level, as its harvest field is vast, but charisma on other levels is what redirects it. It is like the echo chamber of the soul, The Omnisoul it would seem here."

"What would you like to do?"

"Numbers 30 feels appropriate."

So God's Contract unfurls like a scroll, carried by the breeze in all the right directions, and connecting all the right people in all the right ways.

>.> Some time later... >.>

The Bard's Clock Ticks

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