Who knew? That the path to healing was through unconditional radical self -forgiveness and love, even when I act like a pariah, goon, moron, idiot and people scoff at me. More love, more love, more forgiveness for my soul, keep it flowing, keep sending it down, mother spirit, we got some wounds that need love… Read More Self (soul) love
My uncle scoffs at marijuana legalization as he downs his third scotch rocks at Thanksgiving dinner. I breathe out, no point in arguing with brainwashing, the media in the 60’s was damn good at brainwashing, they made propaganda into an art, flawless execution, gota hand it to them. Still going strong. As of this year,… Read More ________________ changed my life
Does it taste like a cheeseburger? Meat, cheese, bun and grease, a milkshake, fries at a truck stop in Kansas en route across the heartland? Is it crunchy like a handful of nuts? Is it light and graceful like a ballerina dancer, swift yet impactless? Or like cold, carbonated liquid? Is it the sensory shock… Read More What does freedom taste like?
“I’m not judgmental, it’s you judging yourself and projecting it onto me.” she says, then her eyebrows slowly rise, the hope seeping into her eyes disarm my defenses as a smile spreads across her face. “I’m just a mirror.” She continues. “Come on.” She waves her hand and starts walking, I walk along with her.… Read More The other person is a mirror
Through psychedelics we are learning that God is not idea, God is a lost continent in the human mind. That continent has been rediscovered in a time of great peril for ourselves and our world. Is this coincidence, synchronicity, or a cruelly meaningless juxtaposition of hope and ruin? Many people yearn to be introduced… Read More God is a lost continent in the Human mind
“the free soul is rare, but you know it when you see it – basically because you feel good, very good, when you are near or with them.” ― Charles Bukowski, Tales of Ordinary Madness I have become aware, gradually, slowly, how imprisoned I have been to roles, politeness, people’s fear, people’s pettiness, jealousy, expectations.… Read More The free soul is rare
When I see how petty my grasping is, my incessant need to hold onto resentments, of others, of myself, I have to laugh, because it is all meaningless. Meaninglessness implies a void, a nothingness I bring to the void pure creation, pure intention, What I wish for deep in my soul, I will have today,… Read More The smile is seeking you