I was sat in meditation upon a plateau full of rock labyrinths in the sacred heart of mysterious Mt. Shasta. Asking the Universe for answers, as always, and waiting for a sign that I was on my path. Knowing this time I was not the crafter of my life disaster. This time the fuck- up truly was not my fault.
In the process of becoming unconditional, you become like water. In living your truth in resilient flexibility you will start setting yourself & others free.
Everything in the known existence shares pools from some part of the 118 elements. We all come from the same initial Source. We are fulfillments of the genetic promises brought forth from the union of the first primordial cells.
This year has led us down the path to becoming unconditional. To acceptance of life’s continual uncertainties. It's the surest voyage to setting yourself free.
We are all riders on different courses of a mortal journey. This Universe resides nowhere and all at once, forever in the process of becoming.
Maybe it takes the pulling away of the light for leaves & light to matter. There’s no map, no brave stars to tell us the way to go. Would we listen if there were?