The inner voice.

I think it is the reason. It is the reasoning that I found between my earlobes. Covered in synapses electrical charge behind this eye came my consciousness. It is the first thing I remember before the flashes started. Which were blurred and narrated by my thoughts. OK, is it here. A flash of blue, brown and greyish white. Not quite. Return to black then nothing, and a burst into life. And back, and the smoothness of the transition did not prepare me for the jarring charges of emotions that lay in wait, for the paths were many, but the one I ended up choosing was something beyond magick.