My whole life has been filled with experiences meant to degrade my trust in “reality” so that I could really see.
It’s never for nothing.
It’s all really beginning to make sense.
The guidance is perpetual.
The thought of being impure of heart makes me sick to my stomach I could never, not now after all, and never again
I feel good when you feel good and I like to feel good
Archetypes and how I couldn’t escape the truth despite my best efforts: a memoir (We are evident in every fractal in all of space and time Do…