Dispatch from the Wild Interior: October 20, 2020

Three of Rods: What’s next, now that you’re not drowning? What that you thought was impossible, even impossible to imagine, is breaking open? Imagining it brings about its beginning. The horizon opens like a torso, vast expanses forming in the limitless body, descending to feather, arising to the sparkling mind. The landscape in which we stand is only separate if we make it so – the us and it perception is a damage of language, and this disconnection hampers our manifestation. What seems to be “out there” is a part of you waiting to be welcomed in to your whole, to be called by your name.