What if we’re wrong about ego? What if the highest form of ego is actually imagination? What if instead of trying to suppress and shame your ego, you elevated it? What if you envisioned your absolute purest potential, pushed the dream as far as it could go - let it stretch beyond even your capacity to believe in what’s possible?
The problem with humans is that so often we are just stuck and used to seeing the lowest vibration of ego expressed in the world around and within us because we aren’t used to believing anything more is possible. But if we instead understood that the ego is actually just another tool, an important one, especially when it comes to believing in yourself when no one else will.
Ego is the seed of self-belief. Just let that plant grow the way that it was meant to.
Mornings start the evening before, preparedness brings peace. Arrange, program, rewire the pieces that need attention so it’s easy to settle way down deep into the etheric. In the post-slumber coolness of a sun not quite risen, where stars still hold their court, sleepy eyes flutter between dimensions of consciousness and neurons start penning down the previous night’s adjectives, dreams that linger abstractly, yet speak in the tongue of the universe. Coffee cup vibes wander in on tendrils of aroma, but wait patiently for fingers to trace the day’s intentions through the air, sketching the dream to life again with energy and presence. Easing into function and activity, stretching muscles, digesting straight sunlight, breathing potential in, setting any lingering weight down from things that are no longer ‘now’. This is where the mind is given whatever space it wants to wake up - we call this ‘the taste of taking your time and fresh juice’.
The squeeze really comes from action. The joy of loving an infinite number of forms of authenticity and growth, of connection to self, partner and source. Every day is both awe-steeped adventure and miraculous blessing. Choices like puzzle pieces to be arranged at will and rearranged as many times as doors drop into view as connecting moments unfurl routine at the doorstep of spontaneity. It’s all a dance… start with dancing? or writing or dancing, meditate again, learn something new? How to string a bow, shoot an arrow in twain, make something in the kitchen just messy enough to drive a partner crazy if it wasn’t so charming. May they never say otherwise. Rinse and repeat as many times as minutes allow. If you break the code to time traveling, please do share. Bartering system applies.
The offering takes place within the very frequency of ‘the doing’. One can know it’s a true offering when the present of each moment resonates, literally vibrates with sincerity and deep love. It is work of purpose when something of that love expands beyond the self and reaches someone else, leaks out into the world, sparks a flicker somewhere else in someone else that needed it. Every shape holds the form of beauty needed in the world… laughing with friends, shared or solo creativity and self-expression, live performance, creative works and installations, increasing knowing, ceremonial exchanges of energy, decadent luxuries, humble tasks and the checklist they are crossed from. When the universe is seeded into every gift, life is itself the offering.
We of the valley of the first storm,
sit inside a Self that spins eternal -
a single drop of water at the center of an endless pond,
ripple after ripple.
We are the original chaos, the mother of creation,
the moment of first order,
language without origin, both crest and trough.
We of the all that flows endlessly from the nothing,
from focal point to periphery -
subtle petals of a perfectly unfolding lotus,
a sacred expression of cascading harmony
lapping at the wake of gentle dissonance.
Within this divine seed of this journey out of darkness -
we will be the end that meets at the beginning.
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