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Such an odd persuasion has enveloped my internal landscape. An unfamiliar energy, deep within my solar plexus is intensely vibrating, almost alive. I do not want to judge the sensation as "good" or "bad" — imposing my ethics on forces that are beyond my comprehension serves no one — so I try to still myself and to observe this vortex. It is creating, or I should say, I am allowing these feelings to become anxiety and agitation manifest. I live on this edge for days. Over and over, I try to close my eyes and completely surrender to this swirling energy and observe the nucleus of contraction from which this spiral seems to pulse. It occurs to me that perhaps this represents an internal transformation whereby additional energy can now be assimilated within my body towards manifesting an alternative aspect of consciousness. All will soon be made known, but for now I simply hang on and listen to the rhythm in my gut as if it is attempting to tune itself with the Earth herself.