there comes a point when you see the performative nature of all that has been created
when you realize that there's not enough sage on the planet to cleanse us of our disease

when the real fucking work has to be done

not another energetic attunement
not another sound bath
not another dip into the akashic records
not a journey to another fucking realm
not another mula bandha kriya

at the beginning of my journey, Truth revealed itself
through meditation, through stillness
I learned how to meet what was arising
to witness, to allow, to soften

and for a time, that was enough

until Life, as Life does, showed up in a way I did not yet know
and I did what I had been conditioned to do

I set foot on a familiar pattern

I reached outward
adopting new modalities to soothe the constant churn of Life's landscape

attempting to tame it
to name it
make it known

it was fun

but the Divine always snaps us out of illusion and back into Truth
fiercely, without dilution

I needed to see the performance
I needed to see the posturing
I needed to see the avoidance

I needed to participate in it fully
from both sides of the room

to FEEL the incoherence

the rage
the sadness
the grief
the disillusionment