I am in the psychedelic dark land, deep grave of dreams and memories, embodied in exquisite discomfort, ragged and hyper-amplified.
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I recently attended a ceremony on "the healing of money." Immediately a vivid
image popped into my head of a man, vast and muscular, bound to the
earth with stakes and tethers, straining with every atom of his strength
to free himself and rise up. I knew that the man represented the divine masculine and his bonds were made of money.
I had always dreamed of writing full time, but instead of being able to delve in with
complete focus, I developed a pattern of procrastination and
self-loathing. There was something missing. A voice was whispering, just beyond my
hearing. Then I had a cathartic realization
that there really are doors of perception.