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your remembering.

it is a lie that i am “not whole,” as the beloved is not hidden, only veiled by the illusion of time and separation. life on earth is ritual; embodied enactment of the spiral, seasons and cycles. karma is the blind seeker’s dance by which we shed and accept the energetic residue of cause and effect. we feel and fumble our way through discovery and consequence, until the truth is embodied, and the blindfold comes off.

have you ever lost something in the house? do you not circle, from “top to bottom,” to confirm that what you seek cannot be found above ground? only then do you make your unwilling descent into the basement. that’s life. the seeker is called below the surface, under the skin, beneath everyday waking consciousness. what you seek must be remembered before it can be made manifest. what you want hides not in broad daylight but in the dark, illuminated by the moon’s gentler, borrowed light, received in phases from the sun.

no wonder we are unfulfilled in our relationships, greatest achievements and fractured façades. forgetting inner wholeness and abundance, the external rings hollow. it falls flat. unconscious seeds will rot the fruit, so we seek what’s missing in our own shadows, in half-hearted descent. this is what brings chaos. a half-life that stops at half-death, clinging to both in desperation, straddling old and new. you can’t.

compromise never works. you cannot cheat a cycle that wants completion. pure creation wants full destruction. life and rebirth are paid in death. the fool and the tower must fall before the star may rise. never make the leap —or live at the top of the tower— there is no halfway.