I still love myself.
I feel like the Buddha sitting under the tree, determined to figure things out to help enlighten the world.
I feel like Carl Jung writing in his Red Book but hiding it so the world could only see his brilliant findings.
I feel like Eckhart Tolle when he was young and isolated himself so that he could figure out why he existed.
Do you get it?
THE most brilliant minds, whose thoughts shaped our culture and history are all nutcases who had to claw their way out of their own personal hell in order to create a philosophy of healing.
ALL OF THEM!
So don’t feel bad for me or sorry for me or grow weary of me.
Rejoice as I enter the dark places, as I give up on hopes, as I walk away from socially constructed thinking. I am NOT normal. But neither are the greatest minds in history.
I do not fit in, but neither did anyone who paved the way for progress.
I am in a position, in THIS position, of darkness and complete openness, openly sharing my evolution, even if it makes me look stupid. I’m doing it because it heals me and it will heal you.
I am the Buddha.
I am the Red Book.
I am the New Earth.
Just a little ghetto with it and just a little bit sexy.
But wait and see what this time, this experience, births.
I can’t WAIT to see!