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  • There's an old joke that says Madison, Wisconsin is 78 square miles surrounded by reality. The impact of what that means didn't unravel until I lived on another continent and returned to frolic.This story doesn't really start with me, but when I met Carl. There is never just one thing that clues you in to when you meet a kindred spirit. It's a certainty, a deep knowing, and something that kicks and screams when you attempt to attach the concept into anything as stark as letters.

    If you ever visit Madison and wander the isthmus from "the lake of the morning" to "the lake of the evening," the capitol is a beacon from twilight until dawn. There's a law limiting heights of other buildings to preserve the capitol view. The indigenous lore says the place where the capitol was built was a place of peace and reconciliation. And I've heard the building itself referred to as "The Temple of the People" and was occupied 24/7 by the people during the 2011 protests. During the Vietnam War, there was a movement to levitate it. Wisconsin has been called America's Laboratory of Democracy (starting in Madison 100 years ago). It contains a golden lady on the tippy top, and there is a painting on the ceiling the governor's conference room that reads tempus edax rerum; time devours all things.

    When you walk in the door, there is a feeling of holiness reverberating in the layers of marble and echoes. There is also at least one group of lightworkers who have been doing energy work and rituals on every level and wing to transform the physical structure into a metaphysical beacon and container for alchemy.

    Sometimes we might lie on the floor of the rotunda, each body like a flower petal extending from the center where our skulls are touching. Another time, I might sing from right under the ceiling painting or wander the zodiac circular chambers on the third floor. I might stumble across a group holding hands around a stack of crystals or sitting cross legged or chanting from across the balcony amid a swirl of children from tour groups and suited government workers. There are those that have a dream for independence and inter-dependence that is a call for collective liberation and all of us settling into our skin.

    If you go to the capitol and get very still, and put your hand on the marbles,
    you might hear and feel it's stories, songs, and energy.

    [Gratitude to Carl for edits.]
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