Things fall into place with greater ease and less burnout when we honor the larger outer rhythms by consciously arranging our smaller inner rhythms accordingly.
The near death experience is soul fuel for a life better lived.
Transpersonal thirst is an innate knowing that life is more than we think it is. It is ghost stories shared around a campfire. It's fairy tales and mythical creatures. It's the quest for the Holy Grail. It's children sneaking a Ouija board at a slumber party. It's psi research, praying to the gods, having your palm read, and sending signals into outer space. It's crying in church. Singing in your car. Hugging your loved ones...
By the time we make it around the circle, we have been gifted glimpses of each dreamer's universe. I am struck with reverence and awe. A poignant feeling of unity, within a beautifully diverse system of multiverses, seems alive and pulsating with its own life and rhythm.
It gets REAL here, y'all. This is a personal piece on my own transpersonal process.