I'm re-starting this entry. I stopped writing because it became too unwieldy. I've re-entered because I like it too much to give up on.
It started:
"As I got on the ferry I thought, "I wonder if I'll see some dolphins, or maybe whales.." However, the sailing before ours was cancelled due to rough seas, and a half hour before I had said to myself - that's crazy, "what kind of sea mammal would be out in these open seas?"
I had already started drafting this entry in the cafe as I waited, but was unsure what it was about. I was literally in the middle of writing this sentence in my journal: the predictable repetition, when I was interrupted by the woman in front of me saying, "look - dolphins!" The end of the sentence was intended to be: of extraordinary events. And so I wrote, after the kerfuffle. Albiet with a little more reverence.
There were five or six of them. I wrote in Return of the Errand Knight (Travels in a luminous world) about how everything has it's own inner shining light. I will add in this entry - there is a hidden order to everything. Everything is miraculous.
" ...and there I travel looking, looking, breathlessly."
They were parallel to the ship and as soon as she said it they turned and came in straight towards us, then turned again and followed for a bit. The guy beside me said they were actually porpoises. They were very cute. The porpoise-spotting-woman and the guy started talking, and discovered they knew the same black guy in Malaysia, just for the Universe to show off a little more about weird connections. The guy and his girlfriend had just gotten back from Asia, and we started chatting too. We hit it off and ended up exchanging contact info.
I was looking for a word for this phenomenon; dejasynchronicity?
Not that creative...
On Sunday the 11th of March I saw a golden eagle fly over on the Sunshine Coast. I had kind of been wondering if the world would cough up an absolutely unlikely coincidence, but knew I'd be in an office in downtown Vancouver all day (I ramble on about this in my entry of last year at this time, March 13th: Finding a place to happen (http://errandknight.blogspot.com/2011/03/march-13th-finding-place-to-happen.html)). It was about seeing a golden eagle just south of Vancouver on March 13th, 2011, and that the first one I ever saw was on March 13, 2005, in Halifax. I couldn't help but wonder this year, "will I see one again, is it possible - to have an extraordinary event be regular, and repetitive, and predictable?"
The Universe has clearly answered, Yes, yes it is.
What is point of this experience and why am I bragging about all my crazy animal sightings? What is the shareable experience here? I was writing and thinking about it when the joyful porpoises in a storm showed up.
The full moon last week had a double rainbow around it. It was unlike anything I'd ever seen, beautiful, like rings of northern lights around the moon. A friend, who I thought was kind of conservative, said on fb, "well yeah, it's 2012." Hm. I'm just going to repeat my journal from that ferry ride:
Treat everyone, everything - with absolute love. I keep hearkening back to those words from Power vs. Force - as his instructions of what you can do today, in your life - to bring your consciousness up as quickly as possible.
And so I believe.
to play without stopping or pause
without thinking
or abandoning thought
Every moment that I manage to pull myself out of, "I'm running late," or "can I pay my rent this month," or "how do I solve problem x?" I lift my head and see that acting with love, gentleness, kindness, honesty - to all things - is the only way. And every time I lift my head, I seem to see some magical thing - a golden eagle, snowy owl, iridescent double-rainbow-moon, or surprise trampoline. The world is a world fundamentally composed of wonders, and we strive to only notice, set up our lives to only see - the mundane.
Knight on errand. That was a search term that brought someone here recently. We are all that. We are all alive, in a terribly dangerous, utterly hilarious reality of absolute seriousness. I've been having experiences of wonders lining up repeatedly to help me see that wonders are the norm; the birth of a child, death and where our life goes, green grass.. we should all walk around with our jaw agape every day, and be no more surprised when we see a dragon escort an immortal elf princess to the moon. One is not more extraordinary than the other.
We walk in magic, in wind from the Universe, pelted by falling gold, stars, and wonders from heaven. We just have to put our umbrella down and open our eyes.
Each mind fabricates itself.
We sense its limits, for we have made them.
And just when we would flee them, you come
and make of yourself an offering.
I don't want to think a place for you.
Speak to me from everywhere.
Your Gospel can be comprehended
without looking for its source.
When I go toward you
it is with my whole life.
Wednesday, March 21, 2012
Wednesday, March 7, 2012
full moon riffles
It's not really a full moon yet, but close enough. Here on the beach you grab any night within four days that is clear, and call it 'full moon' - because you may not see it till it's waning.
I went out to see a little band at humanity tonight, they were small and awesome. Reminding me how uptight our culture is - that no-one felt like they could get up and dance, least of all me. And I have a low bar for such things. But it's changing. Dammit! Everything's changing.
I came home and it was clear, so I walked on the beach. The moonlight was so bright I could see little patches of sea-foam at my feet, floating in inches of water, in sepia tones. They were as scared and yet determined to make good on.. finding joy in the moment and really spattering your blood against the wall - finding 'meaning in chaos,' as I am.
I've seen it a million times before, well.. 10 anyway, - little riffles, but never saw them in this particular light (it's a virgo full moon - my sign!). Water flowing up the beach, and water flowing down. With a ridge standing still in the middle. It looks like the water's standing still. My life's like that right now. There are tides flowing in, and tides flowing out. Today looks the same as tomorrow. It's similar to what the otters were saying in a dream I wrote about where your will, and acting on that, transforms you.
And this is why I sojourn here
Alone and palely loitering,
Though the sedge has withered from the lake,
And no birds sing.
I went out to see a little band at humanity tonight, they were small and awesome. Reminding me how uptight our culture is - that no-one felt like they could get up and dance, least of all me. And I have a low bar for such things. But it's changing. Dammit! Everything's changing.
I came home and it was clear, so I walked on the beach. The moonlight was so bright I could see little patches of sea-foam at my feet, floating in inches of water, in sepia tones. They were as scared and yet determined to make good on.. finding joy in the moment and really spattering your blood against the wall - finding 'meaning in chaos,' as I am.
I've seen it a million times before, well.. 10 anyway, - little riffles, but never saw them in this particular light (it's a virgo full moon - my sign!). Water flowing up the beach, and water flowing down. With a ridge standing still in the middle. It looks like the water's standing still. My life's like that right now. There are tides flowing in, and tides flowing out. Today looks the same as tomorrow. It's similar to what the otters were saying in a dream I wrote about where your will, and acting on that, transforms you.
And this is why I sojourn here
Alone and palely loitering,
Though the sedge has withered from the lake,
And no birds sing.
"All things are in a state of silent rejoicing that their consciousness is an experience of Divinity."
The words that came to mind, under that moon, are; 'let it be.' My path is that riffle, where one stage of life is flowing out, and another in. It is unapparent. Like I said in the last entry - when all you do is pursue your goals - you can only get what you can imagine.
I'd rather walk under moonlight at night, and stare at the ocean's fingertips.
The words that came to mind, under that moon, are; 'let it be.' My path is that riffle, where one stage of life is flowing out, and another in. It is unapparent. Like I said in the last entry - when all you do is pursue your goals - you can only get what you can imagine.
I'd rather walk under moonlight at night, and stare at the ocean's fingertips.
Saturday, March 3, 2012
Addendum
the dream-song is loud and clear
it follows us everywhere,
I don't know where I'm going
My dreams are following me.
A friend, ok - my boss - said to me yesterday, "the whole world is trying to help you succeed, wants you to succeed."
I know.
Some dreams you have to work for, intention, others - hunt you. If all we had was "the Secret" - that you can make your dreams come true - there'd be no surprise trampolines. Sometimes, for our dreams to come true - we just have to stop resisting.
MLK said, "I have a dream." I'll add to that, "a dream has us."
Never thought of possession, when all this was mine.
it follows us everywhere,
I don't know where I'm going
My dreams are following me.
A friend, ok - my boss - said to me yesterday, "the whole world is trying to help you succeed, wants you to succeed."
I know.
Some dreams you have to work for, intention, others - hunt you. If all we had was "the Secret" - that you can make your dreams come true - there'd be no surprise trampolines. Sometimes, for our dreams to come true - we just have to stop resisting.
MLK said, "I have a dream." I'll add to that, "a dream has us."
Never thought of possession, when all this was mine.
March and the Human Spring
March: come sin like a lion, go out like a lamb. March is a month of action; behind the scenes.
March. I mumbled about it in the last entry. This entry is a continuation of the last. March, the time of the Phoenix. When the world is still cold and grey. Back east, where I come from, March is sort of the shittiest month, or starts that way. Still cold and wintery, but more slushy and icey than any other, more likely to have crap storms that freeze into ice on everything.
If you go out in the woods in March, and just stand there, quiet for while, listening, but not listening - you will hear it. Running under everything - water, life. Up the insides of trees, who look dead and frozen, from their roots deep down below. For those who see with their hearts, with that thing that tells geese which way is north, March is gorgeous.
March represents to me, and every March reminds me of - the magic of forces unseen, the ever-rising tide of life, the wonderful things that are coming towards us, even when we most doubt. It is when the world is about to deliver to us the most amazing wonders, our soon-to-be-realized shared dreams: flowers, new green leaves, love, thunderbirds, even surprise trampolines, both real and metaphorical ... (http://errandknight.blogspot.com/2011/08/surprise-trampolines-and-endless-stars.html). March is the dawn of the year.
I saw a Thunderbird, I've mentioned before (last March)- a giant golden eagle, in Halifax, in March 2005. It's silence and presence screamed at me, "WAKE UP!" I started to change my life..
A friend asked me tonight what my blog was about, I keep it so quiet amongst people I know, particularly where I live. I said, "it started off as a travel blog, but it's pretty much about.. living an authentic life."
In March you can feel most strongly, I think, the beautiful force behind everything. Life is a journey. And we're all taking it together. This March is particularly special, because the tide is rising in us. Maybe humanity will wake up. Who knows what wonders the future holds...
A friend sent me an article about a Mayan elder, debunking the "end of the World". He says it's the beginning, but that it will take action to manifest:
"The greatest wisdom is in simplicity. Love, respect, tolerance, sharing, gratitude, forgiveness. It's not complex or elaborate. The real knowledge is free. It's encoded in your DNA. All you need is within you. ... Find your heart, and you will find your way."
"Here is no time for games. The spiritual ideal of this era is action. Meditation and spiritual practice are good, but also action. It's very important to be clear about who you are, and also about your relation to the Earth.
He says we need to put our selves aside and think of unity. He says also we must accept the light and the dark. Indeed. Fight back. We 'do-gooders' are afraid to sin. When a lion attacks - fight back. It's not a sin. When you leave the ring - go out like a lamb.
And I think he's right - like geese flying north - all we need to know is within. I think that's why I'm particularly excited this March, about life and the world - everything's changing. If we can put our egos and judgements aside and follow the Thunderbird migrating north, to the high mountain peaks, Shambhala... may be within our grasp.
Monday, February 27, 2012
Good things afoot (February 2012, share! [international])
What's up in your life?
Ready for 2012 yet?
Oh, wait - it's here!
And it's got a different feel than I expected. I've just started reading The Eye of the I, by David Hawkins, the author or Power vs. Force.
Everyone seems to be going through positive changes.
I love this time of year! In Nova Scotia, where I grew up, it happens in March - late March. Here - it's now, or the last week or so, and lasting... who knows how long! It's the time when sap starts to run up the insides of trees, birds start to move around and migrate (and mate), Nature - waking up. Sexy. In the frozen places I've lived, but particularly those with hardwood trees; Nova Scotia, New Brunswick, and Ontario - you can feel it like a shudder deep in the earth, before you can actually see anything. Then the bird-singing starts..
And people all over the World are waking up too.
In Power vs. Force the author lays out this wierd scale of 'enlightenment', from 0 to 1,000. The lowest levels are things like hopelessness, anger, desire, fear, guilt, pride. Those are all below 200. At 200 we hit a point of Courage, where we're actually looking forward in life. 500 is Universal Love, most people don't get there yet. Ghandi was at 700. The founders of the great religions (and the religions themselves, at least when they started out, were all in the "just under 1000" level (ps - he says Mahayana Buddhism has stayed closest to that, remaining at about 960, Zen at 890 (pps - it's not a contest;))).
He says humanity hovered at about 190, below the tipping point of 200, for most of written history, until the 1990's, where "it suddenly jumped to the hopeful level of 207". According to Hawkins this is the first time in human history we are actually, as a global species - looking forward with courage and optimism.
I feel that. And I feel it in my own life. I seem to have gotten through a challenging winter where I was tempted a few times to bail out and run for cover, but instead I stuck to the plan, and now I'm moving into a kind of dream-life that I could never have imagined years ago. And yet - I guess I did imagine it on some level, and not only that, but - resolved to get there, or I wouldn't be here now.
What are we, as a global species, as HUMANITY - imagining? What are we resolving to get to in the future? And what past dreams are we realizing?
In an animated convo with some friends tonight I said "the end-of-the-world-people have it wrong - what if; we get an earthquake, tidal wave, famine, and disease, and the power grid and "global economic system" collapse, all at the same time, and people just give up: give up on holding on to all their shit, and instead say, 'man, what a rough day, you look hungry, wanna share my last box of oreo's (they're not making any more)?'"
Later, walking on the beach under a clouded sliver moon, I realized why I saw things that way - I went a year and a half without a home. No place to go back to, no net. And I was fine. I will never see life the same way. I can't wait to have space to allow the homeless and hopelessly idealistic to crash on my couch for months on end...
What if we just give up on having stuff, having lines between us, having 'mine'? Won't that blow them away? All the people who think they can control the outcome, they can dictate what we want and do, make us go to war and kill each other, or put ourselves in an early grave for someone else's benefit?
I learned transmission meditation years ago. I still do it. Well, a modified version. They are associated with Share International, which even has a magazine. I met the founder in London a few years back. He's cool. I've always loved that name. Share Inter-Nation-al. Let's go beyond the country of you 'n me.
If we share - nobody can control us: humanity is free.
EK
Ready for 2012 yet?
Oh, wait - it's here!
And it's got a different feel than I expected. I've just started reading The Eye of the I, by David Hawkins, the author or Power vs. Force.
Everyone seems to be going through positive changes.
I love this time of year! In Nova Scotia, where I grew up, it happens in March - late March. Here - it's now, or the last week or so, and lasting... who knows how long! It's the time when sap starts to run up the insides of trees, birds start to move around and migrate (and mate), Nature - waking up. Sexy. In the frozen places I've lived, but particularly those with hardwood trees; Nova Scotia, New Brunswick, and Ontario - you can feel it like a shudder deep in the earth, before you can actually see anything. Then the bird-singing starts..
And people all over the World are waking up too.
In Power vs. Force the author lays out this wierd scale of 'enlightenment', from 0 to 1,000. The lowest levels are things like hopelessness, anger, desire, fear, guilt, pride. Those are all below 200. At 200 we hit a point of Courage, where we're actually looking forward in life. 500 is Universal Love, most people don't get there yet. Ghandi was at 700. The founders of the great religions (and the religions themselves, at least when they started out, were all in the "just under 1000" level (ps - he says Mahayana Buddhism has stayed closest to that, remaining at about 960, Zen at 890 (pps - it's not a contest;))).
He says humanity hovered at about 190, below the tipping point of 200, for most of written history, until the 1990's, where "it suddenly jumped to the hopeful level of 207". According to Hawkins this is the first time in human history we are actually, as a global species - looking forward with courage and optimism.
I feel that. And I feel it in my own life. I seem to have gotten through a challenging winter where I was tempted a few times to bail out and run for cover, but instead I stuck to the plan, and now I'm moving into a kind of dream-life that I could never have imagined years ago. And yet - I guess I did imagine it on some level, and not only that, but - resolved to get there, or I wouldn't be here now.
What are we, as a global species, as HUMANITY - imagining? What are we resolving to get to in the future? And what past dreams are we realizing?
In an animated convo with some friends tonight I said "the end-of-the-world-people have it wrong - what if; we get an earthquake, tidal wave, famine, and disease, and the power grid and "global economic system" collapse, all at the same time, and people just give up: give up on holding on to all their shit, and instead say, 'man, what a rough day, you look hungry, wanna share my last box of oreo's (they're not making any more)?'"
Later, walking on the beach under a clouded sliver moon, I realized why I saw things that way - I went a year and a half without a home. No place to go back to, no net. And I was fine. I will never see life the same way. I can't wait to have space to allow the homeless and hopelessly idealistic to crash on my couch for months on end...
What if we just give up on having stuff, having lines between us, having 'mine'? Won't that blow them away? All the people who think they can control the outcome, they can dictate what we want and do, make us go to war and kill each other, or put ourselves in an early grave for someone else's benefit?
I learned transmission meditation years ago. I still do it. Well, a modified version. They are associated with Share International, which even has a magazine. I met the founder in London a few years back. He's cool. I've always loved that name. Share Inter-Nation-al. Let's go beyond the country of you 'n me.
If we share - nobody can control us: humanity is free.
EK
Tuesday, February 21, 2012
eagles.
Shit. I never thought it would turn out this way. But it has.
I'm glad.
Walking on Schooner Cove beach on Sunday, an eagle flew overhead, above the sand-dunes. I waved and asked her to come back. She did. She was big. I say she because she was big, as per most of prey. She circled overhead and I could see her inner wing and body feathers - mottled, a late teen, but with the white head and tail. I've been getting to know her since 2008 or so.
Later, her and her brother flew by, and he, after I waved, came back and did a loop over me too. They feel like family. He flew between me and the sun, burning bright for an instant, like we all do, or hope to, "casting a golden light.."
(Seeing a golden eagle do this is supposedly a sign of enlightenment. I haven't written my anti-enlightenment blog entry yet, but it's comin..')
Nature is competetive. I have argued for years that it's also co-operative. Tennyson's poem, in a way reflects the competetive side. Is that action he describes also co-operative? Does co-operation always need to be 'nice?' But here's a thought I was just introduced to: is it (nature, us..) also coordinative? Collaborative?
What would Tennyson say?
Eagles, for those who know me, have fallen like thunderbolts in my life. The golden eagle in Halifax in 2005, the bald eagle whose children I was hanging out with on Sunday, who dropped one of his white tail feathers, from high in the sky, so that it landed right between my feet, way back in 93. What could be said of them, other than - coordinative. Those 'mere animals' have changed the course of my life and everyone I have touched. For the better, I believe.
My simple life today, my little rustic apartment by the beach, my friends, but no partner or life-long attachment (here), my simple lifestyle without much money or fancyness - there's no word in english for when your needs are served at the same time and in the same way as the needs of the world, and by that I mean - you are legitimately giving what you feel you were born to give. Shrug. I feel in tune with my higher aims. I never thought it would turn out this way - that my outer life would be so much simpler, and my 'true life' - so much richer, than I had pictured. Thanks for herding me to this place, and point in my life... :)
I still look up.
Always seeing you
Like an arrow at the sun...
I'm glad.
He clasps the crag with crooked hands;
Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ringed with the azure world, he stands.
The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;
He watches from his mountain walls,
And like a thunderbolt he falls.
Walking on Schooner Cove beach on Sunday, an eagle flew overhead, above the sand-dunes. I waved and asked her to come back. She did. She was big. I say she because she was big, as per most of prey. She circled overhead and I could see her inner wing and body feathers - mottled, a late teen, but with the white head and tail. I've been getting to know her since 2008 or so.
Later, her and her brother flew by, and he, after I waved, came back and did a loop over me too. They feel like family. He flew between me and the sun, burning bright for an instant, like we all do, or hope to, "casting a golden light.."
(Seeing a golden eagle do this is supposedly a sign of enlightenment. I haven't written my anti-enlightenment blog entry yet, but it's comin..')
Nature is competetive. I have argued for years that it's also co-operative. Tennyson's poem, in a way reflects the competetive side. Is that action he describes also co-operative? Does co-operation always need to be 'nice?' But here's a thought I was just introduced to: is it (nature, us..) also coordinative? Collaborative?
What would Tennyson say?
Eagles, for those who know me, have fallen like thunderbolts in my life. The golden eagle in Halifax in 2005, the bald eagle whose children I was hanging out with on Sunday, who dropped one of his white tail feathers, from high in the sky, so that it landed right between my feet, way back in 93. What could be said of them, other than - coordinative. Those 'mere animals' have changed the course of my life and everyone I have touched. For the better, I believe.
My simple life today, my little rustic apartment by the beach, my friends, but no partner or life-long attachment (here), my simple lifestyle without much money or fancyness - there's no word in english for when your needs are served at the same time and in the same way as the needs of the world, and by that I mean - you are legitimately giving what you feel you were born to give. Shrug. I feel in tune with my higher aims. I never thought it would turn out this way - that my outer life would be so much simpler, and my 'true life' - so much richer, than I had pictured. Thanks for herding me to this place, and point in my life... :)
I still look up.
Always seeing you
Like an arrow at the sun...
Saturday, February 11, 2012
slaying ourselves, oh, lady be good
Walking down College Street in Toronto, a few blocks east of Shaw, was the first time it hit me clearly: just how much energy and time we put into supressing our own energy - avoiding our own power.
At ANY cost.
Most people do it at any cost. We drink. We get in relationships that don't suit us. We lose ourselves in work - fighting for someone else's scraps, we take on causes that are not our own, we eat shite food that makes us feel bad. And we step back, jack, and do it again.
Maybe that's why people love war, deep down - because once there's actually something to do - you can justify letting your energy flow.
We are huge beings. Huge.
I speculated today with my bro that I might take this blog down. I live and work in a small town in a very public way. This blog is very personal. He was dissapointed to hear it and it made me think - what is this blog about? Wasn't it supposed to be my 'cape'?
This blog entry has no theme. I deny any theme. I may start another blog, because there's some political/social/legal stuff I want to rant about. And, you know - this blog is an existentialist, navel-gazing, self-absorbed mockery of a blog.. not the place for that kind of thing.
But, I love it. It makes me feel alive.
While other things I do or blogs I write may be expressions of my ideals for life - this blog is about it. About being a hunter of a good life, an authentic, passionate, errorful, errand-based - Life.
'Cause this is it, baby.
I don't have time to lose my head
To save us from ourselves
In international law one of the big issues is who can bring a case, and where. It's not the glamourous part, which makes bold quotable statements, but it's the kicker. Unfortunately the Convention has provisions (which Canada has signed onto) that allow a victim of torture to bring a case to the Committee. Which is good. But it doesn't go to the wall - by saying that anyone can bring a case. I would. Canada is violating the Convention, putting blood on all of our hands.
Some causes are a distraction from being alive and powerful in the World. Others are particularly worthy of our particular life-force. Only we can know. I look at people sometimes, and think, "you're wasting your time - on that?" (I try not to do that.. ). And I know people look at me the same way. When I have the balls to step out and be seen.
Here's an offshore note: I'm enjoying being single right now. And, despite some nice opportunities - I noticed that I'm subconsciously avoiding it. "It," being - romance. Sex too. It seems to imperil my writing. Which, frankly, I love more. Not like it's good, I know it isn't. But it's mine.
Had a crazy thought, observing how I've subconsciously sabotaged relationships in the past, and always fought against it, and felt like it was foiling "me," my true desires. It's not - it's making me.
The thought was - instead of fighting it, why don't I just relax and see that this is guiding me - to what I really want. If I'm subconsciously sabotaging a relationship - it's because I don't want it. Why not make it conscious - instead of fighting it?
Wft? It's the craziest thought I've had in a while. And I think I'll start applying it to the rest of my life too.
It's not momentary: "I don't feel like doing that. "It's long-term: "this is not making me feel alive and I'm fucking it up."
Sometimes it's the things we have to force oursleves to do that, in fact, our subconscious most embraces. Work, for instance. I have recently found (in the last month or so)(or any time I have a new job and the kind of learning curve that requires a thousand feet of rope and crampons) - I sometimes have to force myself to get started, but once I do - I just want to stay at work. And learn. And excel. And transform myself, like an intentional, fun-loving Otter (see 2012, Face into the Current (if otters can do it.).)) - into something else.
Love is a game where we learn the skills of life. Like baby tigers batting. And it's also the end-game. I had a dream, years ago - where I met Justice, the female archetypal figure. She was a surprisingly young woman; fragile and strong. I fell in Love with her (who wouldn't?) and she left me a note that said, "I Love You." But it meant - "I can only love you - if you truly love me."
I feel like I've taken a trembling step forward recently, with this thought, actually watching myself, my deep inner quoi? that, by it's nature, I cannot be aware of, I can see what I truly love.
Again, I'm listening to music and writing, the Hip, Charlie Parker, and as I was finishing - 'addicted to love.' Perhaps the best way to slay ourselves is to follow our own complete truth, out truest love.
Oh, lady be good.
Sometimes it's the things we have to force oursleves to do that, in fact, our subconscious most embraces. Work, for instance. I have recently found (in the last month or so)(or any time I have a new job and the kind of learning curve that requires a thousand feet of rope and crampons) - I sometimes have to force myself to get started, but once I do - I just want to stay at work. And learn. And excel. And transform myself, like an intentional, fun-loving Otter (see 2012, Face into the Current (if otters can do it.).)) - into something else.
Love is a game where we learn the skills of life. Like baby tigers batting. And it's also the end-game. I had a dream, years ago - where I met Justice, the female archetypal figure. She was a surprisingly young woman; fragile and strong. I fell in Love with her (who wouldn't?) and she left me a note that said, "I Love You." But it meant - "I can only love you - if you truly love me."
I feel like I've taken a trembling step forward recently, with this thought, actually watching myself, my deep inner quoi? that, by it's nature, I cannot be aware of, I can see what I truly love.
Again, I'm listening to music and writing, the Hip, Charlie Parker, and as I was finishing - 'addicted to love.' Perhaps the best way to slay ourselves is to follow our own complete truth, out truest love.
Oh, lady be good.
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