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Stones Of Memory

Stones Of Memory

As I've shared in previous posts, my mother rune is Hagall (which literally translates to hailstone). In the Younger Futhark Scandinavian rune poem of my ancestors, Hagall is linked with remembrance of the old ways and olden times. It is also connected with the ideas of completion and attaining coherent, cohesive memory between incarnations.

Interestingly, the form of hard hailstones (which differs from ice pellets and graupel) is reminiscent (in my mind) of biological histones, alkaline proteins found in cell nuclei which package and order DNA into structural units called nucleosomes. Histone proteins also act as spools around which DNA winds, regulate genes and are the primary protein in chromatin. Like zinc, zinc-binding histones are known by science to be integral to memory formation and inherited epigenetic memory. Zinc-dependent histone deacetylase enzymes are also known to regulate epigenetic memory. Of course, the blueprint for histones themselves is encoded genetically by DNA.

With my mother rune Hagall, histones, zinc-dependent enzymes and zinc-bursts all linked to biologic genetic fertilization and epigenetic memory, a level of consciousness seated into biology can also be associated to portions of my poetic description of pre-incarnate incarnating consciousness as I described decades ago.

first rhythms ever plunge, eternal hosts driven into life
drawing through a field of topographic brilliance
where judgment lovingly flows, churning out whole stones
resting against asymmetries trying, like diamonds in chaos

proto-perception foams, over annihilating operations
and from it, dark bursts of lucidity finely entwine
coarse grains of almost something, almost yet sufficient
the silent rush of yet nothing slides, wildly as percolating pivots
diligently thread through it, casting clarity
upon myriads, hard pauses startle into vision
projecting arrays without mass, strings of confluency
impressing discovery, a shadowy tail-end lingers
between depths of opposite observation
iterating embraces of many meanings like quasi-quanta
gathering functions about the head and, and
spinning spectra, pushing forward, yearning toward home
not knowing, yet only knowing
as some featureless reach edging edges stretches out
the magnetic sweet dance
where divisions collapse like crystal caves
softly sprinkling the belly of the night divine
with bytes of thoughtbare kisses
extending the glorious field of apprehension