I had the feeling in my abdomen that the churning was not an anxiety or food. The churning was the contents of my mind ego ingredients that were being churned and mixed, broken down and melted and in the chaos of the mix an edible and cooked meal of delight or at least acceptable to the palate and would bring about the mix for my next step on the ladder or descent into the bliss or the raising of clarity in consciousness.
Spiritual food and cooking.
SHACK
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