not much arrogance left over here. also that there is no way of knowing what is real as it's all processed through the mind - whether inside this body or coming at this living from another mind in a body. most of the fighting is gone, except for some sort of push that appears to be part of the genetic programming of whatever this vehicle came in with that appears to be hardwired: addiction, anger, drama. like being born into as a human tilt a whirl. can't magically transform into a comfrey leaf or a sun salutation.
not sure what letting go means anymore. already cut away from most everything and everyone, then found that one still has to eat, live, work. so left the shamanic holistic work and life behind and got a job and bought a house with some land and brought in a rescue dog that wandered in out of the woods. what else to do?
the only thing ayahusaca showed me over and over was the true purpose of the human animal, and the sadness around it remains, even two years later.
now i go to work, come home and watch tv and eat. take my fat ass out into the unpathed woods with the dog and run around through spider webs. watch as the body falls apart from sort of breaking down process that is like aging on steroids. and other than the intense pain that accompanies it, don't care.
you'll ask what questions do i have.
are you the "jed" that wrote the trilogy?
what is the most efficient and sufficient method for ditching the energy parasites that burrow in when a human gives up?
what the hell is going on?
what can be done when the predominant experience is that of awareness of the cage, and no matter how many times it's explored, there is no door, no window, no way out?