Stuck in the Mud A form of stagnation We are never stuck. Not really. We can get “stuck” in the sense that we fall into a very repetitive pattern of thinking. A repetitive pattern of living. And the ego likes it there. Everything is predictable and “safe.” It might seem that it isn’t stuck. That is is rather nice. Preferred really. Nothing is required. Nothing. Our fierce free agency says that we are free to do whatever we choose to do. Before I got cracked open, my life was, in hindsight, rather stuck. Sure, I was working in Television. A career I really adored. I was quite content. But I wasn’t writing books, hosting podcasts, philosophizing the nature of our human genome, doing my inner work, nor was I dreaming of what my life could be. I didn’t know what I didn’t know. We are living in a time of…
The Natural Cycles of Life … inhale … exhale … repeat Nature is never finished. You are that nature expressing (it/your)self. We are seeing the “first light.” That first glimpse of the New Human. For eons of time, humanity has been in a very repetitive cycle of sorts. Here on Planet Earth, humanity has loaded up its psyche with so much karmic imprinting. This karmic momentum has kept us in very small narratives. The tendency is that the more karma you have, the narrower your narrative. In a sense, our egos really like this. In the sense that everything is much more predictable, and therefore, “safer.” The unknown is just too big of a risk. The Divine Feminine IS the unknown. The undefined. The Divine Masculine is the known, the physical, the well-defined. We have lived within a gigantic ego overdose, you might say. Or perhaps, a testosterone overdose. And now the pendulum swings the…