Chapter 3: Liminal Spaces
When you live multiple lives it’s hard to describe the transition period
between lives. It’s kinda like when you’re just waking up in the morning
and you’re in a liminal space. You don’t know whether you’re asleep or
awake, I like to call it Sleepwake! Anyways I was going through this dream
like state and you feel like gas floating through space, you don’t even
know what you are, like you haven’t been formed yet.
So even tho in retrospective I was moving from a tree state to my new
manifestation I wasn’t aware at the time. I felt like a blob, unformed and
uniformed like thin air bobbing in the universe. I do remember bright
lights, haze and speckles of fluff like material. Or maybe that’s a memory
of watching 2010 A Space Odyssey with my male servant when we had a boys
night in. He spent the whole night farting and eating burger rings.
Anyways as I pass through this liminal space I can feel something, like I’m
changing. I feel very stiff – hey don’t get excited this is not the Black
Label edition of WillsaCat. I feel a touch of a hand on my new-found form.
I can see a room, a room with a bookcase and arm-chair. I feel warm and
safe. Then a set of hands hover over me. A child’s hands lift me. I’m taken
to a sofa by a table and placed down. Another child sits on the sofa, I
hear someone giggle. The children start to place pieces on me.
My second life as a checker board is about to begin.
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