Dispatches from Beyond the Dream
If you truly want to dance for joy, to whirl with the dervishes, then listen for what thrums beneath the clatter of your story. Listen. Do you hear the steady soft throb of love? Did you know? It’s music to God’s ear when you dance your story with a creator’s abandon and spin infinite possibility all […]
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No one told me before I got here that nothing truly begins. Not really. Rather, endings bleed into inceptions, fertilizer for what must be born. And conception is the womb that incubates a seed of perfect demise. Sacrifice has always been about this merciless magic, this capitulation to death that nurtures life […]
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Most of you who follow me here realize I’ve been exploring how synchronicity is nothing short of the Presence of Self breaking through the mind’s stronghold on reality. Awakening is a lot like taking the Red Pill in the film the Matrix…and that rabbit hole you fall down is not only a radical loss of […]
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This Space emptied of him, her, this and that, deleted of doing and wiped clean of what ifs and should haves, this place of thundering silence is refuge. Here I fall freely into the mystery, surrendered to the velocity of Truth. You see, the dream of me has lost its enchantment and sober among the drunken […]
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The Awakened Dreamer 