“Can’t say I hear it” I reply.
It ignores me, continuing,
“And since we’re in this hidden place in your mind, if we get the heart, or engine to start, how are you going to navigate your life to avoid falling back onto this track? It points around the track.
This place looks like no man’s land–a round, vast, empty loop with nothing but fog shrouding it from the dragon’s smoky breath– though it’s still apparent that it’s an island as I hear crashing waves in the distance… and screams.
The Skeleton continues, “Even if this race track here is called a circuit, it acts more like a loop that goes round and around– The point is to walk out of this state of mind you’re in where your life just goes a whirlin’ towards a new state of mind where you got a greater sense of direction; a purpose towards knowing where you’re headed , kid. If you don’t know your 4 doubleyou’s of what you’re doing, where you’re why…how do you know where you’re going... nevermind that’s an H.. so with all them 3 W’s..or wait”, it pauses, using its fingers to count and asks, “were they 3 W’s?” then shakes its head, “Erm, I lost count..fuget about it” it continues, “ you can feel pretty lost.. so you gotta figure out what moves ya and makes your heart sing? Ya get what I’m sayin?’—Then get headed in that direction.” The Skeleton taps its feet, moving in and out of the fog.–those are the routes your heart powers your mind to build them circuits in the mind to bring over them waves…….an’ we can bring ova the waves by reflectin’ on the memories that form the beats of your life story and song–both of which are tied to your purpose. By reflectin’ on your stories, we can bring ova a wave to become a droplet to awaken your heart. Then that beats to become a signal—and all them signals togetha’ make up your song. Through your story and song, is how you march out into big, wide world–or the PNS of the System of Self. That PNS of the System of Self—- has its own nerves, but I won’t tell ya about that fo’ now.. you already look pretty dizzy.”
“Walking out into the world with your story and song? But how–what is even story and song? Is it sort of device–I know what songs aren’t songs what you hear and play, but what are stories— are they just something you tell, listen to or read?”
“Story is compiled meaning, kid, a device that can help you reframe and reinterpret your life, helpin’ ya to heal any pain connected with memories or beliefs that keep you here on the track, this place in your mind that prevents you from movin’ forward.
And remember my punny pun from earlier on story medicine? Cuz ya know, I’ve got quite the funny bone..” it cackles, having no shortage of bad jokes, as it’s tickled by itself—then actually tickles itself–in turn affecting my mood in all sorts of ways.
“Story medicine is what the good ol’ Indigenous of the world did.. tell stories–when one member of the community, they’d share a story to support that member; so same thing, kid–it’s the stories we tell ourselves that get ourselves moving after being stuck emotionally. We experience an event in our lives that has us feelin’ lousy, and we interpret that event in all sorts of ways that keeps us stuck and feeling low”, it plays a series of low notes having me feel miserable again. “Story medicine is about finding or creating the good stories that will get us up off here, off this dang track to start moving in the world again. Reframing those lousy events in empowering ways–to get the bad and ugly stuff to starting sound good.. and meaningful…”
Then it reflects.
“Meaningful… huh?”, it repeats it again, “Meaningful” the Skeleton pauses, “Hey wait a second…”
Suddenly, it brings a hand to one side of its rib and plucks, it plays a tune..
“Meaningful… “ it says, playing one side of its ribs— then moves to the other, “purpose” it says, plucking the other.”
“Why didn’t I think of this sooner?”
It brings the Stethoscope to my heart. Waves sound like they are emerging on the shore amid the dragon’s roar and the screams around the Race Track. Stitch marks appear on the ground.
The reason I’m running bolts right through my head—just what I’ve been avoiding.
“Ahh I feel pressure.. the engine is turned on… at least its ignition–the right combo of keyword, memory and feelin’—meaning a droplet carrying the right data that passed through the right memory to turn on the ignition” The Skeleton continues listening to my heartbeat “… but that beats needs to be amplified more to build the routes outta here into the PNS–the Pathway of Life is a little too weak for now”.
The Skeleton points to the diagram on ground where I see stitches–more evenly spaced than before—resembling some weak pulses of the heart.
“The Circuit of the Pathway of Life—can now kinda been seen through the soil… it’s started a pulse…now it’s time to actually build em routes… to carry ya out with a story and song into the world, kid.”
“What are my routes?”
“The circuits of story and sound, duh..and those also get built on the PNS.”
“You could be a bit nicer considering how this is all confusing.” I reply.
“Sorry— but not sorry. Let’s continue” It says.
I don’t know if I’m fully appeased–but the Skeleton does indeed “continue”. Non-stop.
“Ya see…songs are a device… as ya rightly said… an arrangement of sounds meant to evoke feelings within a person—… a lotta times they’re blended with a story, either in the form of lyrics or with some story behind the song’s creation determinin’ what sounds get played to tell a story through sound.”
It then says, “instead of seeing your life as a chronological timeline where memories line up as events from birth until death—what if life were more like a song with your memories arranged as notes, and certain notes, or memories, set the rhythm for the rest of your life song based on meanings they hold? And those meanings are the ones tied directly to your purpose for existing.”
Vroom vroom.. an’ to do all that– well, we gotta blend some thinking and feeling, ya see–Tying the heart and mind to one another, the functions of thinkin’ and feelin’ because when you can get those two to work and in balance, you get the rest of the emotional body in workin’ order too, or aligned to start walking off the track.. so think of it as a thread that ties your way of thinking and your sense of feeling with one another… because that acts as the surgical thread tying your whole emotional body an’ System of Self on the PNS together. Ya know how in a physical body, like when a doc stitches everythin’ up.. helpin’ things to align and flow again?
So, story and sound are both devices that carry meaning in themselves.. ya get what I’m sayin?Tto build those routes, we gotta supply the engine with more horsepower .. we do that by processing, feelin’ and talkin’ through what those memories mean to ya..because through its waves the brain sends the heart signals—and if any of those waves carry the right byte of data–that’s what amplifies the heart to beat at a steadier rate–in turn, sendin’ up a response to the brain, tellin’ it how to furtha build and wire up them neurons or stars up there.. —this is all the sort of wirin’ done in the System of Self–an’ how ya get the knowledge of the universe flowin’ through ya. An’ how ya connect to the universe itself.
An’ to make it more wild—cuz I jus’ loveeeee bein’ wild” it cackles, continuing, “we blend song and story, creating new circuits to get outta this loop in your mind—to a whole new state of being that helps you step out into the world with some confidence, to get ya to start living accordin’ to your purpose; and sounds of your purpose is what your emotional heart signals to your brain when it beats up through the DNA Tunnel
As the treasure/engine/Philosopha’s stone beats each time, the sound of the signal punctures holes up through the soil inside the DNA Helix. What wormy does is pull the threads through them holes to eventually form the crystalline grid which is an electric grid system of the Universe. It’s called the Crystalline Grid cuz wormy draws the threads in the same shape as the treasure/crystal inside the Philosopha’s Stone.
More so in the shape of the treasure’s molecular composition—ya can say that structure holds your life song together cuz them threads are drawn through the memories/cells in that soil from up which signals/heartbeat traveled. That Crystalline Grid is what allows the Circuits of Story and Song that get formed here on the Racetrack to also travel across the PNS on the mainland of your life.”
As my head got dizzier paying attention to all of those details, the Skeleton conveniently adds,
“And while the Crystalline Grid symbolizes the collection of signals—or your life song– don’t get me even started about the Cosmic Web—cuz everythin’ ties to that—that’s your story—cuz the Cosmic Web represents all the story threads of a person’s life–an of allllllllllll selves.”
Lady Spider shouts from after, “ Ahoyyyyyyyyyy… The sound of “Ahoyyyyyyyyyyyyy” rings like an echo.. “I’m trying to still weave here…will you be a dear and send a wave over?” she shouts.
“Ahoyyyy… we’re workin on it!!!” The skeleton shouts back.