The truth, such as it is, as exciting as it is, as expansive and liberating as it can be, to just be, to know what just being is, once i really felt it run through me, such as it is, is not actually as popular or desired a 'thing' as I had thought it would be. Like, not at all. Like, if you stand on the corner and try to sell deep truth for $1 you'd more likely get punched in the face and mugged then go home with any cash. That shocked me. Over and over. And over. And over. A constant shock that the thing I reached down and fought my own upbringing, conditioning, expectations, assumptions, all that i thought were truths to find, all i wanted to offer so others didn't have to struggle or hurt to find it -was not only undervalued, it outright wasn't wanted.
So I have a new fuckthat consciousness emergent in me. Not fuck-it-all consciousness, it's "all" "good." Not fuck-you consciousness, you are fine. But the gift of what i have learned and see is mine. I'm gonna try being the market for my own thinking and manifestation. The days of my great, big, fat, trying whatever, to translating or teaching or sharing, basically delusion. those days OVER or at least slowed.
WHAT I LIVE BY: Inclusion. also of me.
(roar)