Part VII
"The Void is a felt horizon—
what remains when grasping lets go."
Dissolution of Form
Crossing the threshold, the sense of separate self thins. The Void feels like a silent, vibrant fullness—presence without objects.
"I am not outside this sea. I am a current within it."
The Void is spacious and clear. Dissociation is foggy and numb.
If you lose sensation or agency, STOP and ground immediately.
The Five Phases of Descent
Infinite Recursion
"The pattern resolves into a luminous weaving. Beneath it is the dark radiance of the source, folding and unfolding forever."
Translating Vastness into Life
"I can commit to Friday; today I’m at capacity."
Void spaciousness protects capacity.
Place one slow line of charcoal, then stop.
Create from the quiet center.
"I’m sorry for my tone. Can we restart?"
Interconnectedness makes impact visceral.