Coming Home


I have mastered silence. I can sit quietly with nothing but my thoughts for hours. Hell, all day. And the next day, and into the days that follow. It’s comforting, the repose.

Sometimes I come back to myself in such a way that makes me sob. To be able to sit with yourself and simply, Be…is extraordinary. I recently read something that elicited such a moment. Something I’ve known for a very long time, but gets lost in the sauce when I let my attention stray too much into the swirling vortex of shit spewing from algorithmic goblins trying to inject fear into every waking moment via the hypnotic handheld scrying mirror that no one can seem to put down. But I digress. Bringing it back to center. “Out of everything the Universe could have become, it became something capable of wondering what consciousness is.” That’s me. That’s you. And we are all It, and therefore we are inseparable and yet, utterly divided. While stars burn, galaxies collide and atoms dance, humanity is losing the plot. There’s too much noise, too much information bombarding us every minute of every day. Turn that shit off and spend some quality quiet time with yourself. The Universe is experiencing Itself by becoming You and Me for a little while, and that remembering is like coming home. Be well, friends. #quietthemind #quietcontemplation #remembering

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