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One day, someone I courted as a fellow collaborator informed me my techy language did not interest her. I had heard before that my use of Inner Metaverse and Inner Accessible Intelligence (IAI) were offputting phrases, and I was accustomed to faces closing with irritable looks of superiority. The people I crossed paths with saw technology as unimportant, possibly toxic, whereas I had come to blend inner release work with outer metaverse/AI technology language. Because I intensely wanted to collaborate with this person, I switched my Communication Filter to Edit and followed myself for data notes.
First, I encountered a Shame Flash but redirected the red-hot flames with my shield and moved into a moment of quiet curiosity before anger hit, bombs bursting from inside out. I used modern dance moves to project the implosions outward into bewildered expression, then dropped into the inner workings of my mind where the story unfolds.
I texted, What phrases would you like to use?
I received three text choices and selected PODI, Platform of Deep Imagination. I received a thumbs-up emoji and, overjoyed to have an opening, released a flurry of ideas, shaping them into a PODI world. I founded PODI Ramch and filled in three structures, beginning with the Rehearsal Barn, where community Creatives gather to transform freshly mined data into theatrical…
