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  • Being in the forest, it changes me. I don’t know why, but it does. I come alive. I see colors, shapes, beauty. I feel myself. What is True comes to the surface of my thoughts, and the detritus drifts away.

    The world is so beautiful.

    I cannot help but see, feel, touch, taste my own sacred beauty and wholeness.
  • The jungle is alive — I can feel the trees as I fly over them! My mind declares that it cannot be so. Just as the best minds used to declare that the world was flat! How do I stop this great well of life energy from flowing through me?

    It is always there.

    Why not feel it? What am I afraid of, this bottomless well of aliveness?
  • What will it take for me to stand on a mountain top and shout what I believe?

    Whether it is true or right or universal does not matter. In the least.

    Letting go, letting flow… “the quickest way to freedom is to feel our feelings.”

    And to be who we truly are...our one true nature.
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