16/03/2026
There used to be more words, so it seems, for my attempts to describe the descent of the divine in my own physicality.
Clumsy as they were, the words would form to make a vibration of language heard or read, to convey a sensory experience. As close as I could get.
But now there are far less words, often resulting in silence despite the profundity.
A few times I was told that all of this would settle down over time almost as if it never occurred at all.
In those early years I hoped and prayed for that day to come, to end the daily web of light and poetry that kept me from being able to human in every ordinary way.
As beautiful as it was, for most it’s an unrelatable way of being.
In most cases it still is, because often people don’t have a clue what I’m talking about anyway
The reminders of our divinity keep on showing up however. Reminding me of vast power we all are beyond the realm of this physical form, beyond the single lifetime most of us think we live.
It does always amaze me that the raw and deeply intense energy that makes it possible for us to exist in these forms… is for most people entirely invisible and unfeelable.
Most people travel inside of the aeroplane, in their comfy seat with drinks and snacks, and only occasional experiences of turbulence.
But me, I ride the wing out on the edge holding on with both hands. Recognising the comfy inner experience and remembering what that was like…
And sometimes I get to be there again with you. Sitting in my seat, waiting to arrive at some destination.
Sometimes the mountains and the trees and the oceans silence themselves for a while and for just a moment I get to believe the charade of one human, one body. And that’s all there is.
It’s a nice game of pretend and I get it, it’s comfortable there.
But that experience is like the tail end of the snake. The hard work getting in and out of this form is not something we remember for most of this lifetime.
Unless like me you are a universal pressure valve. A place where the rumblings of the universe can’t quite hold themselves to the game plan and the rumblings of the truth of our existence seep through like steam off of a hotpot.
Yes, we are all being cooked nicely until we are done and yet it seems inconceivable for most.
That our existence is not dependent on this human suit. That the truth of what we are is so much more vast and undeniable, for those who have seen what I’ve seen.
And sometimes the pressure valve opens within the central channel of my being to reconnect me to all that we are. A way to clear the pipes. To reset the programs and remind me that the programs are just a game that we pretend is the truth.
