In that space craft again—a rocket with a needle nose reminding me of a sword fish. I ask if it could be round, feminine like an alien craft but it doesn’t change shape. I feel the pressure of the debris field but it’s not as intense as the last flight as if I am observing with more distance. Again the rocket moves through the noisy debris and pressure into an expanded space that is tranquil—buoyant. This open space includes North, East, South and West. I think of brain evolution as moving into Cosmic Consciousness where all the parts are engaged and firing in a new field.
