Q: How is the 'work' changing you? 


A: In so many ways, yet it isn't over, the results enter slowly as it integrates and separates the old patterns to newer, clearer, less restrictive patterns...i would like to say i feel freer, taller, with more room to breathe. Expanded, less dense, as if the wind could go right through me. I am cleaning and realigning.


I have had some build up from not applying my practice, i let it go for a while...to do what? To travel, to teach, to forget the re-integration of practice. Everything becomes the Sadhana, and the Sadhana changes, and when the moment of (oops) i stopped doing (fill in the blank) and how the result is (this atrophy, this moment of regression) is emotional in physical stuckness. Weeeeeee! Time to ninja and retune. If i look back and see where the places i am at (location) and the energetic effect as in Miami is immature especially faced-off to California...I irritate my homies with tales of exceptional living. It's the fine tuning of the expression of being in constant cycle of renewal and dying off. 


If I strrrrrretch through the perceived barrier of who i am, remember what i don't know to begin again. Courage builds as the body n spirit merge to improve and see into oneself as a free diver without metal lung tanks, only the skills one has learned in present-time activation and application. 


What was once hard is now soft. What was once asleep is now alive and poised for seamlessness. It is the fool's leap into experiential life. This work is a big fat springboard/accelerator/rocket fuel for fullness fearless Me. I've been gathering information for a long time and now it's going into the next phase of execution. I am ready, the shape of it has the most clarity it's ever had. 


I want people to have as much fun as I have. I want people to understand they are in control of their own way out - of themselves. I have a toybox of ammunition now, the confidence to share it and earn money from it. Purpose as life serving with pleasure, connecting the weavers that light up the sacred grid. Working together, i mean as mystical scientists Experimenting+Creating+Editing+Considering+Training+Conditioning to be able to strengthen and empower the Healing Magician.

To prepare for the energetic and magnetic changes combined with the constant detox required for living in this particular phase of Dali's melting clocks. Time will eventually slip-drip-drop, taking the shape of wherever it lands. Perhaps as a dome-shaped bead perched on a bright green leaf taking sun, warming up for the approaching ant to slurp you up for hydration, it's survival mechanism. 

I witnessed a wow/of course moment, i've barely taken any notes, but somehow it has seeped in. I know my shit, just keep checking in, communicating with the student (friend/lover/partner/etc), the energy works like a Torus, a duel carriageway so the energy doesn't stick to either of us. My own blockages crumble and avalanche when yours is also releasing. 


In any moment one takes to improve themselves actively, attentively and with increasing precision they are not only doing themselves a favor, but they are also contributing to the outer layers vibrating and resonating. Yes, i am an orchestra where tuning is required, i am open enough to receive objectively. Yes, i am a Jedi, i look forward to it. At the same time, i am an instrument in the Universal Orchestra, micro reflection macro...

As of course there is a sadness working through that may not even be mine, a simple product of what is in the karmic knapsack. What's in the psyche? The layer we choose to forget in this dimension. 

Human Incarnators: I'll take the suffering please!!! On the rocks!!

Q: Is there a mantra for that?

A: Yes (oh good) it's in the extremes one figures the balance. Eventually realizing the 'balance' is a conveyor, a tightrope, a trampoline, a sandpit, a cloud (it really depends on the individual) I am THAT, but I am also that. No but, but is an exception keeping you from being exceptional. Exceptionally aware of the joke being played on you. It is the elder who acts as a child, knowing the secret and waiting for you to figure it out. 

Pulling into core tight contract, contract, contrrrraaact...Bleehhhreleeeeease release, release, erase the fuzz, the psychic/mental fascia, help me forget, forgive, free to remember how to be strong love warrior superhero. Trigger points holding in the muscle, what information is each cell containing? Some heavier, some light or ether. They create tension, opposition, and traction. That is perhaps the constant switcheroo, the little big bangs that are happening all the time, as the flickering of a movie screen where we are director and star!

Not even remotely close in proximity to an imagined shape is taking in the Now, is scaring the utterly unserving out of me. Requests from Universe coming to frightful fruition, and so continue sweet surrender to the unrecognizable. Sometimes I have to get exponentially small to remember how infinitely large I am. I know Me more now than a few days ago thanks to the muddy deliciousness of the groove-soaked Lucidity festival. A love-blast sparkle shine, cells still vibrating from the open love-infused flow, we are all divine - remember silly reflection? Download becomes integration that resonates and shakes off the outer layer skin.

Actively calling in the fortitude of maintaining presence while living as the impermanent fool for life, leaping into cosmic challenge causes this curly monkey mind to explode in reactive complicated tears, a mushiness and vulnerability I have become accustomed to in this full fusion confusion shattered illusion. The plan is only a scaffold from which to hang dreams, and at times only a seemingly small part of what actually happens. Constant rearranging accumulates without the surrender + ninja skill level work required to remain Galactivated.

Heart patience allows seeing through elevated conscious 'eye', what is truly important within the grand landscape, when a feeling of 'everything is alright' seeps in, great things are happening, and I am part of it all. How lucky in life with this heightened succulence, tasting with abandon + curiosity, watching the unstoppable morphing of earthly existence unfolding. Am I not convinced that it will work out in an unassuming form? How many times must it prove itself before I wholly believe?

The Lucidity experience is proof of form in action. Rain stopped as we arrived, car allowed entry thanks to Dr. Dream magic, complete with aromatherapy oils. Car stuck in thick mud, our camping spot choosing us, magically ending up in the middle of all of our friends. Reunions of old and new playmates abound with an abundance of group hugs and schroomy freak grooving by the speakers. I trust that all is working in divine order, and much as I trust when the one of most incredible men I ever met with loving heart + divine eyes called me beautiful. I am convinced we are all here to move energy for each other, lift each other, and carry this expansive all-pervasive love onward. Love as Art, Art as Love. Mystify-ing-ly simple isn't it?...