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...today


if you have something to say
and you know deep in your belly that it needs to be heard
speak it

if you have something fresh to begin
and like a chick too large for its egg
it can no longer be contained
start it

perhaps you have something to end once and for all,
something you have continued to engage in
even though it drains or suffocates you

let it go
do it today

if your deepest dreams were long ago placed on a shelf
reach up and dust them off,
reclaim them with love and unabashed ardor
and embrace them once again

if you have allowed yourself to be stuffed into boxes
too small for your grandeur
cut the strings that bind
and bust out so your spirit can fly free

if you are surrounded by disrespect and judgment
walk away from the part of yourself that continues
to attract this unwanted attention,
and realign yourself with the essence of who you truly are

if your heart and mind remain cluttered
clear them

if unfinished business cries out to you from every corner
complete it

if insistent voices within and without clack and clatter day and night
walk away into a provocative silence

do it today

if you feel lonely, dispossessed,
extend your hand to another in unconditional offering
and feel the quiet joy of connecting

if fear licks at you from every direction
find in yourself a slender pocket of contentment and rest there,
until fear slinks away under a cloud of disregard

if you are carrying pain and suffering for no other reason
than a twisted familiarity and the belief there can be no other way,
release the past and allow yourself to entertain new notions of self-acceptance

if forgiveness is needed,
give or receive it

if a modicum of kindness is required,
offer or accept it

in honor of the nuanced upwelling you cannot resist
for the love of all that you hold dear
for the quiet attainment of all you desire,
the lasting peace you so richly deserve

do it today

Rachel


.....you




If it's not yet obvious to you, the real reason for this, and all seasons, is you.  
A more perfect child of the Universe has never lived.
Until now, only celebrations cloaked in myth and mystery
could hint at your divine heritage and sacred destiny.  
You are life's prayer of becoming and its answer.
The first light at the dawn of eternity, drawn from the ether,
so that I might know my own depth, discover new heights,
and revel in seas of blessed emotion.

A pioneer into illusion, and adventurer into the unknown,
and a lifter of veils.
Courageous, heroic, and exalted bye legions in the unseen.

To give beyond reason, to care beyond hope,
to love without limit;
to reach, 
stretch,
and dream
in spite of you fears.
These are the hallmarks of divinity - traits of the immortal - you badges of honor.
May you wear them with a pride as great as the immeasurable pride 
we feel for you.

Your light has illuminated darkened paths,
your gaze has lifted broken spirits,and already your life has changed the course of history.
This is the time of year we celebrate you.

Bowing before greatness,
The Universe


Thoughts become things...choose to good ones!
www.tut.com








.....soul sister



Sister Wind
Brother Soul
Sister Soul
Brother Wind

Where do you come from?
Where do you live?
And where do you go from here?

I can hear you Sister
I can feel you Brother
..but grasping....
you can't be held....

pasesi paeses

....om, om, om, om


I think I told you about my best om experiences ever. 
 My sisters at the Positive Living Center...
placed me in the center of a circle and they omed me.  
It was the most amazing feeling and when they were done and ready to go on with their meeting, and me on with my day, 
I could only sit and weep in my car.  
The love and peace I felt left me so high I couldn't trust myself to drive for almost 20 minutes.

So...when this cd was gifted to me with a heads up that the om track is amazing,
I decided to light my candles and listen before I danced.

Oh my!!!
I so recommend you listen too, if you are into this sort of thing.  
Set aside a little time....Light some candles...relax your body...
sit or stand close to your speakers..
turn the volume up...
Om is about vibration....you need to feel it.
Om along and see where it takes you....
Spirit up!
xoxo

....the butterflies are back

To make a wish come true,
whisper it to a Butterfly.
Upon these wings it will be taken to
heaven and granted, for they are the
messengers of the Great Spirit....
unknown


Know thyself! A maxim as pernicious as it is ugly. Whoever observes himself arrests his own development. A caterpillar who wanted to know itself well would never become a butterfly. 
Andre Gide


I watched two of these magical creatures meet and dance with each other straight up into the sky until they simple vanished...it was as if they had disappeared into heaven...perhaps taking my prayer with them?

I do not know whether I was then a man dreaming I was a butterfly, or whether I am now a butterfly dreaming I am a man.

Chuang Tzu



And whether this happiness lasted a hundred seconds or ten minutes, it was so far removed from time that it resembled every other genuine happiness as completely as one fluttering blue lycaenid butterfly resembles another. 

Herman Hesse





"We delight in the beauty of the butterfly, but rarely admit the changes it has gone through to achieve that beauty."
Maya Angelou 





"How does one become a butterfly?" she asked. "You must want to fly so much that you are willing to give up being a caterpillar." 
Anonymous 

....my daughter and the waltons



The Waltons

It's raining and snowing again here in the foothills near Yosemite...the ground is saturated...it bubbles, we have streams where there shouldn't be any.  But my neighbors to the north in Oakhurst have taken a lot harder hit...too much wet snow for the Oak trees.
They split in half with the weight and in some cases the earth is seems to  spit them out at the roots. 
There is no electricity for thousands today and it's been out since Saturday
....Madera County is considering calling for a state of emergency...
Yosemite is closed...roads are impassable....trees down everywhere.  Roads everywhere are dangerous because of flash floods and slides.


tThese rainy days tend to make me want to curl up with something I love and stay still. 
 Today I checked to see if there might be a rare gem on tv I would enjoy watching......
and I found The Waltons!  Two episodes back to back...Two hour of a show I watched every week while I was pregnant with my first baby.
 I loved that show.

It is centered around a family growing up in rural Virgina in the 1930's
 during the Great Depression and WWII....they didn't have a lot but boy were they rich.  
The family consists of John and Olivia Walton, their 7 children, 
and their wise, wise, grandparents....actually they were all wise in their own way..
.they talked, shared meals and chores....
No TV .....The kids played outside...without coaches.

The stories told each week are seen through the eyes of the oldest son, john Boy, an aspiring writer.  
  He told simple stories of  his family, who were always supportive of each other. 
Each week problems would arise but within that one hour they would be solved, 
there would be healing.....
The show was about love..
did I say I really liked this show...it was filled with spirit...


Todays shows were still as I remembered them..
and I was afraid they wouldn't be as good...
afraid they might seem just too sappy...out of date...
but they weren't,  it's still wonderful feel good TVtv
at the  end of the last episode I watched he expressed his gratitude because, 
'the love of our mother and father was more constant then the stars in the sky.'...that's the love I have for my girls..


This is my daughter.. Erin
She is named after a Walton...
what can I say..



There were three Walton daughters...Erin, Mary Ellen and Elizabeth....I liked the name Elizabeth a lot, and it was almost hers, but my stepmom was an Elizabeth and my mom wasn't going to go for that...Mary Ellen...not right...so she became Erin.  
I think I wanted the Waltons experience of  love and trust in family for her.  
I wanted her to have the  feeling that as a team everything is better....
and that she is unconditionally loved.  
I wanted her to know life doesn't have to be filled with things to be fullfilling...and I wanted her to have a love of nature.  
Well...I think it worked, that name  

She is an amazing woman who loves unconditionally.  
One of the best women I know...
She is young, but she is strong, wise, beautiful, smart, caring and creative.  
She's a mom, a sister, wife, worker bee, friend, daughter, animal activist...
she wears all those hats with pride and heart.  

And now she is a blogger 
She is writing about her planned trip to Japan in November..
.her journey to do something for the dolphins of Taiji.  
She wants the annual slaughter to stop.
And she is willing to go there and stand witness.  
There is a saying that once you become an agent for something it becomes your responsibility to speak for it, and she is doing that.
I am proud of her passion....proud she is a passionate woman.
Take a peek at her blog...join her on her journey.

...the simple feeling of being


"Is this not obvious?  Aren't you already aware of existing?  Don't you already feel the simple Feeling of Being?  Don't you already possess this immediate gateway to ultimate Spirit, which is nothing other than the the simple Feeling of Being? 
And don't you already realize that this Feeling is Spirit itself? 
 Godhead itself?  Emptiness itself? 

Spirit does not pop into existence: it is the only thing that is constant in your experience...and that is the simple Feeling of Being itself, a subtle, constant, background awareness that, if you look very closely, very carefully, you will realize you have had ever since the Big Band and before...
not because you existed way back when, 
but because you truly exist prior to time,
 in this timeless moment, 
whose feeling is the simple Feeling of Being:
 now, and now, and always and forever now.

You feel the simple Feeling of Being? 
Who is not already enlightened?"

Ken Wilber...The Simple Feeling of Being

.....Throw your love into the Universe.....it will return..

I actually had something else for today, but I liked this so much more..
.it is hopeful about love...it a little long maybe but worth the time..
.Made me cry a little, but that's not so hard to do..
Happy Valentines Day




“Love is a mighty power.  It is light.  It is the energy of life.  It brings us into life and sustains us while we live and breathe.


Love is an energy, not a substance.  It is essence, not matter. 
 You can't contain it; you can't put it in a box, 
but you can feel it, taste it, and know it.  Its presence is unmistakable.  
It is exquisite and profound. 
 And when you are in love, nobody, not your best friend, your parents, or even your own mind can talk you out of it.


Love is mysterious and beautiful.  
It makes us happy, gives us hope, allows us to believe that the impossible can happen.  And yet, it's inexplicable. 
 It can't be defined or analyzed, cataloged or priced. 
 Its premiere property is that when it exists it can never be mistaken for anything else, and nothing else, no matter how worthwhile or supposedly grand, can ever be passed off as love.  

Love is a divine energy that steps into human circumstances, a timeless essence that enters time.  
It is older, wiser, finer, truer, sweeter,
 and more radiant than any human being.  
It is what makes us wise, fine, true, sweet, and radiant.  
It is the best - the essence of God - in us.  

And it is love, this exquisite energy, with which we connect when we first enter into the human experience we call 'a relationship'. 
We see this energy in one another's eyes, we feel it in our bodies, and we know that something bigger than life has stepped into our life 
to capture our attention.  
It is this highly charged, buoyant, transcendent, delicious feeling, 
and the longing for more,
 for a lifetime of it, that propels us into relationships.





Relationships are the endless interplay of this vast energy of love and all that occurs in our daily human lives. 
 Our desire to feel this love forever, to be in love always, to repeat and endlessly recapture this ecstatic luminous feeling day by day, year by year, with the person who first inspired it in us is not only why we 'fall in love'  but also why we choose 'to have relationships'. 
It is also why, when our relationships go sour or grow threadbare, we reminisce about the way they once were. We want to reconnect with love.


Our greatest desire is to have our relationships return to us again and again to the transforming and beautiful experience of the love that first inspired them and brought them into being.  We live to love.


If all of this is true about love, and I believe it to be, then why are we so often disappointed in the love in our lives?  Why does it so often seem to fail us and why is it so often a pitched battle?

Like so many of the rest of us, I am a veteran of the relationship wars, and by profession I am also a diplomat in love's peacekeeping operations. 
 I've entered and ended more than a dozen fully formed intimate relationships, ranging from conventional marriage to passionate interludes that ran their course, then ended. 
 In some I left; in others I was left.  In some I was betrayed;
 in others I was the betrayer.  
A few ended in anger, 
many more ended by creating the portal to a new and deeper connection, allowing the love that had fused them to become even more profound after the relationship's so-called demise. 


I've written more than half a dozen books about relationships from the point of view that an intimate relationship is the ultimate container of love in the human experience.  
As I wrote these books about the traditional forms of relationship, urging people toward the enchantment of romance and the fulfillments of marriage, I watched as my own relationships broke the rules of convention and assumed surprising and extraordinary forms. 
 At first I thought this was just me, but then I realized everyone I was counseling was also living in relationships that were in conflict with their own definitions of what a relationship should be.  
Their relationships, too, were turning somersaults and taking on forms that shocked them, and the very strangeness of all this change was sowing a sense of confusion and disaster.




In fact, these startling, new relationships, which conventional minds might call aberrant, are actually Roman candles lighting the way to a world of new possibility. 
Something wonderful is happening in all of this chaos 
but nobody knows what it is. 
 Everybody in this position is thinking, 
'Other people have real relationships.  What's the matter with me?'

There's nothing the matter with any of us, but  there is a grand transformation afoot.  A mysterious energy seems to be taking quietly over, and things, we may say, just aren't the way they used to be. When we say this, we aren't like our grandmothers, crotchety in their rocking chairs, lamenting the passing of the past.  A new world, a new way of being, is being born in our midst.  We can feel it.

Things are categorically different.  Time has a strange new quality.  'It passes before we have a moment to rest in it.  
There's a new softness in our midst, a way of being with one another, that is gracious and gentle and kind. 
There is also a beautiful strangely infiltrating awareness, a mystic pulse of connection that seems to be gathering us together. 
 Love is trying to find us.

And in the process, all the forms are changing.  
Our whole world of relationships is in an uproar.  
Love is the wrecking ball that is pulverizing every relationship of record that isn't wide enough or brave enough to let real love in. 
As a consequence, we can't fantasize anymore about what our relationship lives will be.  The truth is exceptions and aberrations abound.  
It's as if we've awoken one morning to discover that a blizzard of transformation occurred during the night.
 The new world has its strange beauty.  
Familiar landmarks are vaguely, heartwarmingly still visible beneath the blanket of new snow, but it's treacherous out there.  
We're cold, we long for the hearth; we want to come home.


Having been raised to regard marriage as the only honorable relationship, we woke up to discover that it was only one in a vast array of intimate connections.  Our relationships are about our hearts, and all of this chaos is breaking our hearts.  We don't know whether to go along with all this transformation or re.
sist it, whether to think of it as some kind of progress or to dig in our heels, praying for a reprieve from all this harrowing evolution




The truth is we all come from love, 
but our relationships have often been a detour from love.  
I believe that we were all together once as a single, vast, pulsating, luminous consciousness that was divided bit by bit, person by person, into the tiny shining fragments that are our individual souls.  
Love is the river, each human being a droplet of water, and together, in spite of our fears and resistance, 
we are returning to love, melting and flowing toward home.



We're all looking for more love.  It's that simple.  
In the end, nothing else really matters to us.  In the beginning and in the middle, we're concerned with the forms of our relationships, what they look like, what our parents think of them, how they stack up in the eyes of the world, and whether we're getting our share of the goodies:  
sexually, emotionally, and financially. But in the end, we won't care about the forms.  The forms will be as multitudinous as the stars and all that will matter is the love that was in them. 
 No one can escape the divine upheaval of love.  
I haven't; you won't; your neighbors and strangers and family won't either. 
Love is coming to find us.  All of us.  Because love is our essence. Love is who we are.”

- Daphne Rose Kingman, “The Future of Love”


thanks for sharing...



....let the Tribes gather

"A Gathering of the Tribe"
by Charles Eisenstein

"Once upon a time a great tribe of people lived in a world far away from ours. Whether far away in space, or in time, or even outside of time, we do not know. They lived in a state of enchantment and joy that few of us today dare to believe could exist, except in those exceptional peak experiences when we glimpse the true potential of life and mind.

One day the shaman of the tribe called a meeting. They gathered around him, and he spoke very solemnly. "My friends," he said, "there is a world that needs our help. It is called Earth, and its fate hangs in the balance. Its humans have reached a critical point in their collective birthing, and they will be stillborn without our help. Who would like to volunteer for a mission to this time and place, and render service to humanity?"

"Tell us more about his mission," they asked.

"I am glad you asked, because it is no small thing. I will put you into a deep, deep trance, so complete that you will forget who you are. You will live a human life, and in the beginning you will completely forget your origins. You will forget even our language and your own true name. You will be separated from the wonder and beauty of our world, and from the love that bathes us all. You will miss it deeply, yet you will not know what it is you are missing. You will only remember the love and beauty that we know to be normal as a longing in your heart. Your memory will take the form of an intuitive knowledge, as you plunge into the painfully marred earth, that a more beautiful world is possible.

"As you grow up in that world, your knowledge will be under constant assault. You will be told in a million ways that a world of destruction, violence, drudgery, anxiety, and degradation is normal. You may go through a time when you are completely alone, with no allies to affirm your knowledge of a more beautiful world. You may plunge into a depth of despair that we, in our world of light, cannot imagine. But no matter what, a spark of knowledge will never leave you. A memory of your true origin will be encoded in your DNA. That spark will lie within you, inextinguishable, until one day it is awakened.

"You see, even though you will feel, for a time, utterly alone, you will not be alone. I will send you assistance, help that you will experience as miraculous, experiences that you will describe as transcendent. For a few moments or hours or days, you will reawaken to the beauty and the joy that is meant to be. You will see it on earth, for even though the planet and its people are deeply wounded, there is beauty there still, projected from past and future onto the present as a promise of what is possible and a reminder of what is real.

"You will also receive help from each other. As you begin to awaken to your mission you will meet others of our tribe. You will recognize them by your common purpose, values, and intuitions, and by the similarity of the paths you have walked. As the condition of the planet earth reaches crisis proportions, your paths will cross more and more. The time of loneliness, the time of thinking you might be crazy, will be over.

"You will find the people of your tribe all over the earth, and become aware of them through the long-distance communication technologies used on that planet. But the real shift, the real quickening, will happen in face-to-face gatherings in special places on earth. When many of you gather together you will launch a new stage on your journey, a journey which, I assure you, will end where it began. Then, the mission that lay unconscious within you will flower into consciousness. Your intuitive rebellion against the world presented you as normal will become an explicit quest to create a more beautiful one.

"In the time of loneliness, you will always be seeking to reassure yourself that you are not crazy. You will do that by telling people all about what is wrong with the world, and you will feel a sense of betrayal when they don't listen to you. You will be hungry for stories of wrongness, atrocity, and ecological destruction, all of which confirm the validity of your intuition that a more beautiful world exists. But after you have fully received the help I will send you, and the quickening of your gatherings, you will no longer need to do that. Because, you will Know. Your energy will thereafter turn toward actively creating that more beautiful world."

A tribeswoman asked the shaman, "How do you know this will work? Are you sure your shamanic powers are great enough to send us on such a journey?"

The shaman replied, "I know it will work because I have done it many times before. Many have already been sent to earth, to live human lives, and to lay the groundwork for the mission you will undertake now. I've been practicing! The only difference now is that many of you will venture there at once. What is new in the time you will live in, is that the Gatherings are beginning to happen."

A tribesman asked, "Is there a danger we will become lost in that world, and never wake up from the shamanic trance? Is there a danger that the despair, the cynicism, the pain of separation will be so great that it will extinguish the spark of hope, the spark of our true selves and origin, and that we will separated from our beloved ones forever?"

The shaman replied, "That is impossible. The more deeply you get lost, the more powerful the help I will send you. You might experience it at the time as a collapse of your personal world, the loss of everything important to you. Later you will recognize the gift within it. We will never abandon you."

Another man asked, "Is it possible that our mission will fail, and that this planet, earth, will perish?"

The shaman replied, "I will answer your question with a paradox. It is impossible that your mission will fail. Yet, its success hangs on your own actions. The fate of the world is in your hands. The key to this paradox lies within you, in the feeling you carry that each of your actions, even your personal, secret struggles within, has cosmic significance. You will know then, as you do now, that everything you do matters. God sees everything."

There were no more questions. The volunteers gathered in a circle, and the shaman went to each one. The last thing each was aware of was the shaman blowing smoke in his face. They entered a deep trance and dreamed themselves into the world where we find ourselves today."
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"Who are these missionaries from the more beautiful world? You and I are surely among them. Where else could this longing come from, for this magical place to be found nowhere on earth, this beautiful time outside of time? It comes from our intuitive knowledge of our origin and destination. The longing, indomitable, will never settle for a world that is less. Against all reason, we look upon the horrors of our age, mounting over the millennia, and we say NO, it does not have to be this way! We know it, because we have been there. We carry in our souls the knowledge that a more beautiful world is possible. Reason says it is impossible; reason says that even to slow -- much less reverse -- the degradation of the planet is an impossible task: politically unfeasible, opposed by the Money Power and its oligarchies. It is true that those powers will fight to uphold the world we have known. Their allies lurk within even ourselves: despair, cynicism, and resignation to carving out a life that is "good enough" for me and mine.

But we of the tribe know better. In the darkest despair a spark of hope lies inextinguishable within us, ready to be fanned into flames at the slightest turn of good news. However compelling the cynicism, a jejune idealism lives within us, always ready to believe, always ready to look upon new possibilities with fresh eyes, surviving despite infinite disappointments. And however resigned we may have felt, our aggrandizement of me and mine is half-hearted, for part of our energy is looking elsewhere, outward toward our true mission.

I would like to advise caution against dividing the world into two types of people, those who are of the tribe and those who are not. How often have you felt like an alien in a world of people who don't get it and don't care? The irony is that nearly everyone feels that way, deep down. When we are young the feeling of mission and the sense of magnificent origins and a magnificent destination is strong. Any career or way of life lived in betrayal of that knowing is painful, and can only be maintained through an inner struggle that shuts down a part of our being. For a time, we can keep ourselves functioning through various kinds of addictions or trivial pleasures to consume the life force and dull the pain. In earlier times, we might have kept the sense of mission and destiny buried for a lifetime, and called that condition maturity. Times are changing now though, as millions of people are awakening to their mission all at the same time. The condition of the planet is waking us up. Another way to put it, is that we are becoming young again.

When you feel that sense of alienation, when you look upon that sea of faces mired so inextricably in the old world and fighting to maintain it, think back to a time when you too were, to all outside appearances, a full and willing participant in that world as well. The same spark of revolution you carried then, the same secret refusal, dwells in all people. How was it that you finally stopped fighting it? How was it that you came to realize that you were right all along, that the world offered to us is wrong, and that no life is worth living that does not in some way strive to create a better one? How was it that it became intolerable to devote your life energy toward the perpetuation of the old world? Most likely, it happened when the old world fell apart around your ears.

As the multiple crises of money, health, energy, ecology, and more converge upon us, the world is going to collapse for millions more. We must stand ready to welcome them into the tribe. We must stand ready to welcome them back home.

The time of loneliness, of walking the path alone, of thinking maybe the world is right and I am wrong for refusing to participate fully in it... that time is over. For years we walked around talking about how wrong everything is: the political system, the educational system, religious institutions, the military-industrial complex, the banking industry, the medical system -- really, any system you study deeply enough. We needed to talk about it because we needed to assure ourselves that we were not, in fact, crazy. We needed as well to talk about alternatives, the way things should be. "We" should eliminate CFCs. "They" should stop cutting down the rain forests. "The government" should declare no fishing zones. This talk, too, was necessary, for it validated our vision of the world that could be: a peaceful and exuberant humanity living in co-creative partnership with a wild garden earth.

The time, though, for talking merely to assure ourselves that we are right is coming to an end. People everywhere are tired of it, tired of attending yet another lecture, organizing yet another discussion group online. We want more. A few weeks ago as I was preparing for a speaking trip to Oregon, the organizers told me, "These people don't need to be told what the problems are. They don't even need to be told what the solutions are. They already know that, and many of them are already in action. What they want is to take their activism to the next level."

To do that, to fully step into one's mission here on earth, one must experience an inner shift that cannot be merely willed upon oneself. It does not normally happen through the gathering or receiving of information, but through various kinds of experiences that reach deep into our unconscious minds. Whenever I am blessed with such an experience, I get the sense that some benevolent yet pitiless power - the shaman in the story - has reached across the void to quicken me, to reorganize my DNA, to rewire my nervous system. I come away changed.

One way it happens is through the "gathering of the tribe" I described in this story. I think many people who attended the recent Reality Sandwich retreat in Utah experienced something like this. Such gatherings are happening now all over the world. You go back, perhaps, to "real life" afterwards, but it no longer seems so real. Your perceptions and priorities change. New possibilities emerge. Instead of feeling stuck in your routines, life changes around you at a vertiginous pace. The unthinkable becomes commonsense and the impossible becomes easy. It may not happen right away, but once the internal shift has occurred, it is inevitable.

Here I am, a speaker and a writer, going on about how the time for mere talk has ended. Yet not all words are mere talk. A spirit can ride the vehicle of words, a spirit that is larger than, yet not separate from, their meaning. Sometimes I find that when I bow into service, that spirit inhabits the space in which I speak and affects all present. A sacredness infuses our conversations and the non-verbal experiences that are becoming part of my events. In the absence of that sacredness, I feel like a smart-ass, up there entertaining people and telling them information they could just as easily read online. Last Friday night I spoke on a panel in New York, one of three smart-asses, and I think many in the audience left disappointed (though maybe not as disappointed as I was in myself). We are looking for something more, and it is finding us.

The revolutionary spark of our true mission has been fanned into flames before, only to return again to an ember. You may remember an acid trip in 1975, a Grateful Dead concert in 1982, a kundalini awakening in 1999 -- an event that, in the midst of it, you knew was real, a privileged glimpse into a future that can actually manifest. Then later, as its reality faded into memory and the inertial routines of life consumed you, you perhaps dismissed it and all such experiences as an excursion from life, a mere "trip." But something in you knows it was real, realer than the routines of normalcy. Today, such experiences are accelerating in frequency even as "normal" falls apart. We are at the beginning of a new phase. Our gatherings are not a substitute for action; they are an initiation into a state of being from which the necessary kinds of actions arise. Soon you will say, with wonder and serenity, "I know what to do, and I trust myself to do it."

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