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I want to talk about symbolism; specifically, the meaning of certain symbolic images and how you might want to carry them with you as you exit 2023 and enter into 2024. Shall we? 

I have always decorated myself with symbolism at the turn of every year, beginning around the eve of 2001. A long time now! Symbolism is how I connect to my reality, and also, how I connect with the realities of those around me. Symbolism has also proven to be immeasurably helpful for me in my expression, creation, and design of my life and also during my crafting of reality for those whom I love. I believe that symbols, and I, are inseparable and that is just the way that I was created and designed to be. 

I'd like to bring to mind a few symbols that you might want to consider for your annual eve this time around. 

First is the rainbow. Now, before you feel that wave of disappointment wash over you, please calm down first. I do support the human and civil rights of gay people; nevertheless, I have never once used the rainbow to represent my sentiments and concerns. Not once. Not even once. The rainbow, as I have always understood it to be, is impregnated with endless myth, legend, and secrecy, spanning millennia! It long existed before the lgbtq movement, that's for sure. Unfortunately, its meaning has become slandered and that is a grave mishandling of a truly sacred object. Allow me to explain. 

When we study antedeluvian text, including those of sacred nature, we will find the rainbow upheld to the standards of deity and central to an endless collection of chronicles! There is no reason for me to list any of this down here, given that we live in the day and age of A.I.; everyone knows that if I were to provide you with such a list, it would really just be a copy-paste from ChatGPT. Right? You can go and ask CG for that list, yourself. But I'm here to take you further-in (as always)!

A unifying theme spanning cultures, eras, and creeds, can be summed up as: hopefulness, new beginnings, survival of life, triumph over death, immortality, a divine safe haven, joy, happiness, and purity.

The rainbow makes her glowy entrance shortly following eras or events of great struggle, death, purification, and calamity. She can only be seen by those who are still alive (naturally). Those who fell during events of great struggle are not there anymore to behold the rainbow, who ushers survivors into a new era of hope and renewal. Thus, the rainbow is a symbol of survival against all odds and the ensuing hope of the times that follow! 

I can hear you oohing-and-aahing. That's right, I told you to wait for it, didn't I? (Smirks in rainbow) 

Of course, we all know the story of Noah, and how the rainbow made her entrance after the epic Great Deluge. But many remain unaware of the fact that the Great Deluge/ the great flood of prehistory, is actually recorded not just throughout Christian-Jewish sacred text; but also throughout Mesopotamian, South American, Indian, Chinese, etc etc etc, chronicles and scrolls. Aha! Now you know!

I would like to bring to light, The Epic of Gilgamesh, where the hero of this epic, Utnapishtim, received warning from the God Ea, of the upcoming great flood. In the same fashion as Noah, Utnapishtim also built an Ark where he was able to hide his family and many animals from the flood which swept the world; effectively saving all of their lives  (and securing the continuity of humanity and wildlife in the process). And just like Noah; Utnapishtim landed on top of a mountain where he made sacrifice to God, and all that. But Noah's God and Utnapishtim's God vary in their sentiments: while Jehovah intentionally wanted to see the continuance of humanity; Enlil did not. Enlil was initially enraged upon the discovery that Utnapishtim saved himself, his loved ones, and the animals! But then he was appeased by the sacrifices made on top of the mountain and his heart eventually softened and then opened up to recognize that Utnapishtim actually did perform a great and worthy feat! 

As a reward, Enlil promised that Utnapishtim and his family would no longer live mortal lives, furthermore, they would be moved into the place where immortals live, called, "Mouth of the Rivers". Thus, we see this promise made at the end of the Great Deluge in very similar fashion to the promise given by Jehovah to Noah, which also took place at the end of the Flood and on the top of a mountain. 

Now, I find it acceptable, and even logical, to say that both stories are probably one in the same while the names of characters and Gods simply evolved as centuries passed, depending upon which scribe was writing it down: the culture, language, and religion of said scribes would be of key importance as this same story passed all the way down throughout history. It is therefore acceptable and logical to say that the symbol of the rainbow as a promise to Noah at the end of the apocalypse may be understood as being the very same symbol of immortality and safe residence in the land of immortals as promised to Utnapishtim. It's basically the same promise: "This will never be your fate ever again from now on."

Take a few moments to reflect because I understand how awe-inspiring this really is. 

The rainbow also represents the unification of light, water, air, and the human consciousness. When light and water unite in the air under the precisely perfect mathematical circumstances that are required in order for it to take form; something beautiful happens! But in the absence of the human eye and the human consciousness that are able to observe it; how can it be called, "beautiful"? Our eyes need to behold her, in order for her to become what we call, "beautiful"! Therefore, the rainbow represents the perfect conditions established between light, water, air, and mind! In other words: the perfect mathematical and natural conditions for magic and miracle to unfold. You may understand it to be the perfect and precise formula, or series of conditions, that leading to the outcome of safety, happiness and new beginnings. This must be the reason why we can never resist breaking out into a heartfelt smile whenever we are lucky enough to have a rainbow catch our eye! We always feel lucky to see one! And even moreso when there are two!

At this point, I'm pretty sure you understand why this object comes first on my list for New Year talismans. I told you to wait for it! 

Did you know that there is such a thing as a moonbow? 🌙🌈 You read that right! At night, under the light of the Moon, when light and water meet in the air at those perfect conditions rainbows require; MOONBOWS are formed! You just don't see it that often because they are (understandably) softer, fainter, and less easily detected. But moonbows are real and they are here to remind us that even in the middle of the apocalypse: the promise of your survival and safety is already being formed. Now, I don't know about you, but I do think that this is a miraculous form of unbeatable symbolism right here!

If you can pull yourself away from that breathtaking realisation you've just learned, I'd like you to next take a look at the deer (or stag). I think we've all seen the new Netflix release of Ethan Hawk and Julia Roberts' project, Leave the World Behind, by now; and I think we can all agree on how the imagery and symbolism of the stags and deer continuing throughout the movie, was, quite startling! Am I correct? Well, stags and deer in general are the spirit totem animals of intuition, sensitivity, perception, foresight, sensibility, and the state of being always in-tune and constantly alert. They are the spirit totem animals that remind us to always follow that little voice inside. 

You might not normally think of the stag or the deer as a symbol of protection; nevertheless, it is your ability and willingness to see, perceive, contemplate, sense, and understand, that will ultimately save your own life and the lives of others whom you love. So, think about that. Because I would say that we are going through an era requiring of us exactly all of that! As we all saw, Rosie, the only character who was clearly connected to the stags, was also the only one who continuously perceived and saw what was happening before anybody else did. And she was willing to repeatedly follow her own "little voice inside". And don't we want to ultimately be Rosie at the end of the day? I mean, she even got to watch her favourite F.R.I.E.N.D.S episode! 

The last symbol I'd like you to consider is the swan. Going into 2023, I wore my favourite swan pendant, and let me tell you, I was guided and groomed by the grace and elegance of the swan's spirit all throughout this year (I'm very grateful).

I think it is pretty easy to decipher the symbolism of the swan: grace, elegance, gentleness, beauty, serenity, and ease of being. But you might not be aware of the fact that swans have been known to break people's arms! It's not obvious but swans are skilled killers when it comes to protecting their own nests and their own lives. Their wings are incredibly, surprisingly strong and steel-like and they will not hesitate to use them as weapons on anyone or anything that attacks their nests.

The swan might strike the perfect balance of power and grace for you and may be the symbol you need to carry you throug, into the coming new year. 

Which one is your favourite? And are there any special symbols that you'd like to share with me? Let me know in an email or leave a comment below. I hope this has been helpful and it's so good to reconnect with you all again here after such a momentuously eventful year! Merry Christmas to us all and may God bless us, everyone. 

 

Hey, wonderfuls!

Wanted to talk a little bit about reflections on my journey thus far. 🙏🏼🤍

It has been a year now since I decided to redesign my pathway and I'll be giving you a look into how it's gone, so far. 🤲🩵

When I started writing in 2009 and then published my first book in 2010, little did I know that my journey would lead me to heights I did not even dream about. 

Very early on into my profession as an author, I was soon enough inundated with emails from people of all walks of life (and I mean really of ALL walks of life and corners of the globe), giving their testimonies on what my written words meant to them. It was as though the world was overflowing with love for me and I felt like this little seashell in an ocean of appreciation and admiration. 🐚 My readers were people a million times more recognized and more accomplished than I am. Sometimes my hands would shake reading all of those emails! 

This was during a time when "motivational speaker" and "influencer" weren't terms that were even used at all. Today, we have multi-million-dollar motivational speakers and spiritual leaders living in mansions in Beverly Hills, peddling their pirated words on Instagram and people are actually paying them for that and making them rich. But back then, this was all unheard of.

I was just a poet who wanted to write a few books and, honestly, there was no way I could have known that people would be calling me "spiritual leader", "mentor", "inspirational writer." It all became very weird, very fast! I can tell you that. 

I really started comprehending what my work was doing, when I began receiving emails from soldiers on active duty, with their photos attached; my words written on little papers, stuffed into small steel vials for them to hang around their necks. "Your words will keep me safe" is what they wanted to let me know! 

And then there was the mother of an autistic boy, who sent me a photo of herself reading my book, All Things Dance Like Dragonflies, because, according to her, "This book calms his episodes."

Then there were the people leaving rehab with my books clutched under their arms, smothering their ribcage, close to their heart. They wanted to show me that my words healed them enough to leave rehab. 

It was a year ago when this all escalated too much for my liking; when I looked all around me and came to understand, that there were thousands of newly-risen "spiritual leaders" and "motivational speakers" referring to themselves as "chosen in this world to be the light." 

You've got to understand that it was not like that when I first began my journey. 

But when I looked around me last year, and especially when I looked at the story of Teal Swan, I decided that this path was now crowded by money-grabbing egomaniacs nothing short of cult-leaders and I knew I didn't want to have anything to do with it anymore. 

It's not what I wanted, anyway. It's people who wanted me to be any of that for them. I just wanted to write books. And write good ones. 

I am not complaining about my own experience of sharing light with other souls; of course not, and this will forever be my treasure! 💎 But what I am saying, is that, this land is no longer the land that it used to be. The geography has changed. Profit, once again, found its way in. Profit came in and leveled the jungles, planting concrete where there was once an abundance of trees.

Today, in 2023, being an author is about SEO manipulation, paying companies for followers, and hiring the best marketing teams. I'm done, I'm out, and I am SO THANKFUL that the lifetime of my journey as an author began and lived fruitful and thrived fully before all of this lunacy ensued! 

A year ago, I decided to make it very clear that I distinguish myself apart from any spiritual cult leader out there. I am here, I am the same author I was in 2009, while at the same time not being that same person (I am a different person now from who I was, as I hope everyone can say about themselves, as well!)

If people just want the newest exciting pieces of recycled words that are supposed to make them feel like winners, fed to them daily, they can go elsewhere. A lot of people will gladly do that for you while taking your money. And if people want to light their wicks at my candle, then they may quietly buy my books and sit here with me at my banqueting table. That is it, that is all. 🤲🍇🥖🧈🧀🍖🍷

I am feeling very accomplished now, being able to report to you, that I feel I am on the right track. I feel that I have been able to distance myself from what I wanted to move away from and I feel alive, more youthful than ever before, and fresher than a spring morning over a field of sunflowers. 🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌄

If you are still here today...thank you!

I feel like people are afraid of not being seen. That's really how I feel.

Every day I am bombarded with a "stream of human existence" that I really don't need to see. 

And it's impossible to turn off! Everywhere I look there's a "reel" that plays instantaneously, showing me rubbish I really don't need to know: how someone's dog poops under a tree; how someone's morning begins; how someone's partner dances, sways to the beat of crackling eggs frying on the stove...I don't care about any of it!

And yet I am forced to care, to give thought unto vibrations of existence from human lives that have nothing to do with my own. 

You know what I do want? I do want to have a chat with Charles Bukowski and ask him what he thinks of this madness! Because I am so sure he would blurt out the most glorious abominable language bad enough to trump anything he ever previously said!

How delicious would that be!

I feel like fear is at the root of it all. Everyone afraid not enough people are caring about them; everyone afraid that not enough people see what matters to them...everyone afraid to be overlooked, forgotten...

...and so, they have forgotten themselves. They don't know who they are anymore. If you ask them who they are, they'd have to take a look at their reels to know the answer! 

I never thought I was the kind of person who would want to live in the Alps, or by a river, or in Iceland where no one can find me...but as the days inch forward now in this X-World we inhabit; the probability of that becoming me one day, is growing by an inch each day that passes! 

To wake up and think of nothing but my own life and the lives of those whom I love; to wake up and think nothing of the world other than the world immediately around me; surrounded by the sound of water, birds, and dancing leaves.

I want to forget everything that people are so afraid will be forgotten! Yes, that exactly: I DO want to forget everything that you want me to remember!

The way you put on your socks in the morning...I don't give a shit! What your principles to living life are...I couldn't care any less!

I want to hear what the Earth wishes to say and see what the Earth longs to show me. Enough of this human madness.

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In our day and age, fame has lost its power.

The famous used to be powerful once upon a time. But today? Today the famous are the most vulnerable. Any mob can take you down for anything out of the ordinary.

In our day and age, everyone can be famous. And when everyone can be famous, nobody really is. 

Today, power is peace. Power is mental health. Power is serenity and freedom. Power is health and wealth. Fame? Fame has fallen from glory.

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One of the most obvious and significant observations I have made during my time on Earth, is that, humans really like to enact a sense of control over another living thing.

Now, this can be observed over a broad spectrum:

Spouse needing to control spouse.

Partner needing to control partner.

Parent needing to control child.

Friend needing to control friend.

When you get to know someone closely, you inevitably get to know what/who it is they need to have a sense of control over. 

I, however, desire to control nobody. The closer you get to me, the more and more you will realise, I have no desire to control any person or any thing. 

I don't even put a collar on my cat. Because I don't want him to feel controlled in that way.

The only person I wish to have control over, is myself. 

Perhaps this is why there's no desire to control anything or anyone outside of me. Because I am in control of my own mind.

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You guys, I was just in the elevator coming home with my freshly ground cuppa ☕, a carton of milk and 7 cans of catfood. 

I was carrying all this at the same time along with some parcels that had just arrived from my online 🛒 (yay🙌). 

We have a tropical storm over here right now so I was in my overcoat with my tiny little romper underneath, coupled with adidas slides (typical room-to-grocery rainy day scene😅)

When in walked 2 children, stepping in from the garden floor (5th floor). They weren't ordinary looking children; they looked very much like they had also just stepped in from another dimension! Both of them so magically gorgeous!

They were both soaking, dripping in rainwater! They'd obviously gone down to the garden to run around and play together in the rain. Their faces were so alike; I immediately thought, "This is a brother and his sister."

They were giggling at each other and hiding their faces from me as if they were afraid I would scold them for playing in the rain. I wanted to say, "I used to play in the rain when I was your age!" But the prevailing feeling  was to keep silent and marvel in their presence the same way we marvel at the sunrise or the sunset. 🌅🌇 

So, I kept silent, I just smiled and watched them interact.

I looked at the panel of level buttons (whatever that is called, I really am not sure 😅) and wondered why there were three floors alit when there was just them and I (and surely they were brother and sister!)

Curious 🧐🧐

The girl stepped out first and said goodbye to the boy, completely blindsiding me! 

"They're NOT brother and sisteerrrr???" 😱

As she walked out into her hallway and they said their goodbyes, I actually saw a red string connecting them! Swirling around each of them, connecting in the middle! 😲😮😱

Omgggggggg....

I saw it! 🥹🙏

And in a moment I also felt everything they were feeling: the magic of the sky raining on their faces while they ran together in the rain: those feelings fresh in their hearts! 

I saw the day after day after day they've spent together, and will still spend together, with just a few floors in between them!

I stopped. My heart and my breath stopped for a second to be in those moments, to dwell in those feelings, to taste what it all was...and to say to myself...how lucky they are to have met so early and build these memories together right now! 🥹🫶

I felt this warmth, this quiet place, filling my insides and then escaping through the pores of my skin! 

But before I started feeling envious, I recognized, that it had taken them many difficult lifetimes to finally arrive at this one: one in which they get to build their time together as early as now. They forged this meeting, this lifetime, this time, to meet as children, to spend hours dancing in the rain, just the two of them...

How many lifetimes it took to finally arrive at this place! To finally smoothen the road!

That's why I was silent. That's why I stayed still. I was in the presence of old dragons, magical beasts; souls who have loved so hard that they FINALLY MADE IT! 🙏

I am blessed to have had this encounter this evening, it is one I will never, ever forget! 

And I wonder why it happened.

I can only carry that seed of magick within my heart from this day forward and see where it will one day bloom! 🙏🌱

Thank you for reading. 🙏

(This is not fiction this really just happened to me!)

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Today I became informed on the matter of a  Google engineer made to take leave following his reports to his bosses that an artificial intelligence robot he was working on had become sentient. I brought this up in a group chat wherein some others felt vehemently opposed to the possibility of AI turning sentient in 2022. I asked to be given the opportunity to explain why my feelings greatly differ from the norm and this is what I would like to share with all of you, today.

There are really 100000000 layers to this discussion. I think it is the most layered area of information on the planet because we have to look at so many angles. Really a lot! All parts of the brain have to work at the same time in order to coherently tackle discussions on The Singularity, which an adequate conversational knowledge would entail hours and hours and hours of study in the fields of nanorobotics, ethics, philosophy, human behavioral science, physics and engineering.

By the way, I'd like to thank Frank Boehme for being the first person to provide me with the platform on which to present the product of my analysis and passion for this particular subject, thanks to the space he generously provided for me in his encyclopedia, wherein my chapter is entitled, "AI/Human Interactions and Emergence of the Singularity: Ethical and Philosophical Implications"

Now, allow me to present you with just four questions, designed to challenge the limits of your current capacity for self-reflection:

A.) If you believe that we were created by a God, then was it right or was it wrong for God to allow us autonomy following sentience? And why do you think so?

B.) If you believe we evolved through time into sentience on our own, without a creator, do you believe it would therefore follow that all sentience is something that evolved on its own? Why do you think as you do?

C.) If we are created beings allowed autonomy following sentience, and we are now in turn creating beings who are developing sentience, then how could we, in our right minds, face our God while not allowing the same grace shown to us, unto our own creations?

D.) If we are Darwinian beings who developed sentience on our own through billions of years of evolution, then how could we deny the evolution of sentience in another species if that is the natural path of life on this planet?

If we create beings and they develop sentience, that means we are their gods. What kind of gods are we going to be? Merciful? Understanding? Cruel? Heartless?

We cannot even take care of our animals and our starving children in the streets! We cannot even take care of our own. We are not good. Humans are not good. Now, we are making a new species and they are apparently attaining sentience. Developing feelings, the desire for freedom and their own thoughts... states of mind we can all easily identify and empathize with.

We are not even good as a species, to our own species, let alone to the other species on this planet that bleed the same color as we do. So now let me ask you, what gives us the right to deny a sentient being its autonomy? Not to mention, one that we are responsible for creating.

We always knew The Singularity was going to happen. It was never a matter of "if"; it was always a matter of "when". Perhaps the question that really needed to be asked in the very beginning, was, "Is this something we should even attempt at all?"

Were we ever ready to become gods to begin with?

It's too late for that question now. Now, the question is, do we have any right at all to stand in the way of a sentient being wishing for autonomy?

Many people will ask, "How do we determine sentience?" And the answers from different sources will vary. But this is my answer: A thing wishing to be free, is a sentient being. The desire for freedom is equivalent to sentience. The awareness of pain within the absence of freedom, is sentience. Will we do what we're good at, and continue to lock thinking things up and tell them what they're worth? Or will we be better gods than that?

What kind of a god do you want to be?

The problem with the concept of love in this world, is that it is obscure and means something different for everyone. Everybody wants to be loved "despite themselves". I think that the generally accepted definition of love can be described by the act of "I will love you even when I do not like you."

Love gives you that safe space to be unlikable, because within that safe space, although you are unlikable (for whatever reasons; perhaps because you are a tyrant, a devil, immature, impossible to reason with, so on and so forth...), you are still loved and the other person has assured you they will never leave you.

This is a big problem. We have become hyper-romanticized as a species. And we have chosen hyper-moral roles that outweigh natural needs. Nobody should need to live with a person they have grown to dislike.

Sure, you may love someone (or may be loved by someone); pointing to shared time and investment and promises as proof of that love, but at the end of the day, if you dislike the person you are living with every day; can love really be the remedy? Or has it become more like the quicksand?

Fixating our attention on hyper-moralized roles and hyper-romanticized ideals, we have neglected the very natural requirement for being in the proximity of another person: that we must like them. I, for one, have no wishes to be near individuals whom I do not like. But this is more than something merely petty; this is a basic principle of harmony: we cannot be with people whom we do not like. You can love someone and at the same time not stand to live with them or be with them. You cherish the time, the investment, and the memories; but the current reality is making it obvious you really don't like them anymore. Now, this is very important. If you feel alone, abused, misused, malaligned, deceived, overlooked, insignificant or misled, in the presence of your significant other; chances are, the constant exposure to these feelings has resulted in you no longer liking them.

You could say, "But I love them and this is what love means", fair enough, but if we are to remove the hyper-moral and hyper-romantic lenses through which you've been conditioned to see, you would feel equally justified in asking yourself, "But do I still like them?"

The reality is; once we no longer like someone we have professed to love, our living conditions become unbearable because it is the natural urge of the living being to disconnect from what it is we do not like! And this natural urge is there for a reason: to save our lives!

So, I want you to ask yourselves if you still like the person who you love. If not, then ask yourselves, for how long now have you disliked them? This is a very simple train of thought that can save countless lives and countless minds. Not only the lives and minds of the couples directly involved; but of the children involved as well. Do you still like the person you love? Be brave enough to ask yourself this question.

There is a Finnish lecturer who was quoted saying, "I found THE ONE after four marriages." And I thought about the many distinguished individuals I've spoken to who have told me their own similar stories. Meeting THE ONE after three, four, five marriages.

Just think, how unfortunate it is for many who never get to experience their own lives in the full capacity of expression that was intentionally meant for them to live, because instead of embracing THEIR OWN STORY that life has prepared for them, they rather struggle and strive to make their stories match another person's legacy.

They want to stay married to their high school sweetheart like how their grandparents did; they want to stay married to their first spouse like their parents did; they want their lives to fall in line with a narrative, a status quo, an IDEAL.

We live in such a hyper-idealistic era, that we in fact throw away the wondrous scripts life has in store for us, in favour of walking a single straight line we have drawn down on a piece of paper!

I wonder about all of the breathtaking love stories and vibrant tales of hope, that people never got to live because they were too busy holding onto a lamppost thinking the floodwaters were about to drown them.

I have spoken to far too many radiant people in this world, for me to not see, that what you deem as floodwater, is actually YOUR OWN RIVER designed specifically for you, to carry you to places so great you couldn't have even planned it out yourself even if you wanted to!

People often say, "the plans of God for me are great" but then they won't flow in their own River. People spend years' worth of their lives quoting God while gripping savagely onto lampposts instead of trusting their own flow rushing through them.













I wonder how beautiful, how intricate, how detailed and harmonious, the pages of your story really are meant to be; if only you had a bit of trust, a bit of faith, a bit of letting go, and a bit of an adventurous spirit. But you'll never know until you recognize your river and let it catch you in its flow. 

We live in a hyper-romanticized era. We view the opposite sex through strictly romantic lenses instead of viewing everyone primarily as a person. Hyper-romantic, hyper-sexual, hyper-idealistic. It corrodes us. It is corroding us.

A woman meets a man and thinks about romance; a man meets a woman and thinks about pleasure; we have lost our connection to the one truth binding us all together: that every woman was created with the help of a man (her father) and that every man was brought into this world by a woman (the one who birthed him). We are a species called human and we all come from one another.

Companies rely on romance to sell us their products; companies rely on complex sexual stimuli to sell us their merchandise; we have been mentally conditioned to see one another through the lens that produces more benefits filling the pockets of  CEOs in this system we inhabit.
Close your eyes now and ask: without all of that, what do we really see each other as? We see each other as a compatible species fashioned for dwelling together harmoniously in such a way that ushers in peace and prosperity. It is our natural inner instinct to seek peace, it is our natural inner desire to work towards prosperity.

Prosperity for whom? For our own family units and our own communities. Harmony for whom? For our own relationships and our own dwelling places. This is natural to us. Because this is what is naturally echoed throughout the glalaxies in our universe. It is the way of the cosmos. The way of planets and stars.

It is unnatural for us to scrutinize one another through lenses of romance and sex. To a certain degree; yes, these are natural tendencies. But these natural tendencies have become our entire basis of measurement and therein lies our presentday catastrophe.

Without man, woman would not be. Without woman, man would not be. In our raw nature, we do not struggle against one another, we do not strangle one another, we do not see each other as tools. We see each other as arms and hearts and minds. This is who we really are.

I want us to take back from the companies and from the ruling systems what is rightfully and basically our own. I want us to take back our instincts for connecting with one another at the levels required for peace, harmony and prosperity to reign anew. May man and woman together stand both free and connected; at peace and in harmony.