An astonishing fire blazes within. You must spill forth this light, or be consumed from inside. This is the sacred act of spark extraction. This is returning to the knowing in your bones.
Everything we do tells a story of our continued exploration, our current allegiances, and our philosophical adherence.
Mom could be half way to that higher world, like someone having a mystical experience or an NDE. The difference is that her altered state began gradually, and never stops.
The group I imagined was splendid. But since when is something that seems wondrous actually wondrous and not, you know, a cult, or whatever?
My outsider status was hard-won. Earned with my own blood.
There are times when your heart continuing to beat has to be enough.
"Two Jews, three opinions," the saying describes...but how is the strong-willed Jew to express his/her gripes about fellow Jews while remaining loyal to the framework of our national oneness?
I act like a nervous lunatic when I encounter people who upset me in the past. Maybe I should calm down and see them as fodder for an adventure.
