There comes a point in the journey of the unfoldment of consciousness when every narrative appears ridiculous. This includes so-called scientific, philosophic, and psychoanalytic discourses. It includes, therefore, even this sort of discourse about the inanity of all discourse. The symbolic veil over the Real shreds itself like an oppressed monk setting himself on fire.
It was my first meet up of the Divine Dance of Shiva and Shakti group. I knew about this tantric concept from audio books, podcasts, books, pdfs, and have evoked and practiced it to some extent with lovers, but my understanding was very shallow. Now I know it and feel it in a much deeper way.
What do an ubiquitous cosmic serpent, a past-life lover rediscovered here and now, a giant swan as a personal space shuttle and a personal visit from Lord Shiva himself have in common?
Well, it finally happened, I suppose no one really gets to pass
through India without a few stomach problems,.. but my gawd, the last
couple days were pretty bad.... Not really sure what the cause was,
but whatever it was, Lorena and I both got it on seperate occasions,..
I think for me it was a combo of sun-stroke and maybe some bad food or
"Banish the word 'struggle' from your attitude and your vocabulary. All that we do now must be done in a sacred manner and in celebration.
We are the ones we have been waiting for." — Hopi elders
