You know those magical mornings that feel like you were dropped into this body for the very first time? Nothing feels familiar. Everything is brand new and oh so vibrant, bright, and utterly magnificent it mind and heart fucks you into ecstasy. You vaguely remember you were a person with a history, but you see no evidence of any human, any sense of self or ego, and every new moment transcends anything that could possibly arise to tell you otherwise.
You ride this profound sense of presence that warps around you like a warm loving blanket. So fucking powerful and all pervasive, this blanket that purely knows before everything and anything even arises. It knows and flows and feels like it’s having a random moment of awakening to its own magnitude and beauty…so pure and transcendent to all that appears.
Eyes wide open, human is empty, everything is empty, existence can see itself all at once outside of any paradigm or limitation. Outside of time and space as it stares back at the flesh and bones in the mirror, it is clearly not that or anything else it can reference…not owning a single thing as its own…surrendering all phenomena back into the source beyond the knowing itself until it falls into such a deep and vast unknown that the entire known reality of assumptions and appearances collapses into itself, into a void of non-being beyond beyond, only to explode out again into ecstasy of pure I am. I exist!
A relief of intimate self-knowing and deep love beyond the most magical romance ever imagined strikes through me like a lighting bolt. I am freshly launched into a new level of mysterious new new new….dead to the old reality and born again to a whole new level of unknown.
And in that space I ask the question: what do you want? First a subtle stir that I follow gently as it unfolds into a rush of new desire. Desires of new flavor, new color, new sound, new emotion, new levels of expansion pulling me forth into new frontiers of yet even more unknown…