When the truth of oneness is almost too hard to look at.

Over the cours of our lives we develop sticky thoughts, beliefs and stories. When we remove these webs, we gain freedom.

When our most controlling partner in life is our sense of self.

What once felt like my entire life was crashing down uppon me. Later I'd call it a massive ego death. Now feels more like a profound reorganization of truth. The dissolving of what was never truly me, so that something more whole could emerge. At the time, reality itself seemed to lose shape, and all I could do was surrender to the unknown. Now, with perspective, I recognize how natural the process was. It feels much like being caught in an undertow. As a teenager, I was once

The aloneness of seeing the world from a different colour pallet.