It doesn’t make sense to me anymore to decide that I am or was a ‘victim’ of someone or something that happened to me. The person who does bad stuff to you doesn’t make you a victim. Only thoughts do. From there we decide if we are going to allow those thoughts to convince us

“A mystic is someone who directly communicates with universal intelligence, without an intermediary. Almost all mystics developed this ability in conditions of solitude. But they are never really alone. They are always in the presence of the living earth.” ~ Robert Coon

I know, I’ve been a bit slow on mentioning this before (because … well… baby steps) but as it turns out, All Things Exist Simultaneously. Yes. All things, all at the same time. How does this apply to you?

I don’t understand anything. I don’t understand this computer screen or that flower. Or the how my hair grows right down to the atomic level, and beyond that, or why it grows. I don’t even know my own hand, or understand my own thoughts. I really don’t have a clue about anything at all. Even

Last night I was standing outside in the dark waiting for a bus, and I watched the cars go by, with their futuristic glowing lights flashing by. For the first time I realised, wow – we are climbing inside of these badass machines like its totally normal and going around the place. We climb into