That channel of discovery had me digging through old notebooks this morning, looking for a sketch I remember making years ago. I found it tucked inside a book I did not even remember owning, and the surge in my gut was unmistakable, a clear sacral yes. The clinging fire gate kept me sitting there on the floor for twenty minutes, just staring at that page, feeling the past and present connect. It is strange how a single object can pull you into a whole other timeline, one you barely recognize but
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Rea78
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The way you described that gut surge as a clear sacral yes, that is exactly how I know when something is mine to revisit. I have also sat on the floor surrounded by old notebooks, held hostage by that clinging fire gate until something clicks.