Some heart-shares that came through during/after an entheogenic journey last night:
Make no mistake:
I'm in the meat grinder too.
Life has put me through the ringer this year.
Fucking intense, torturous initiations.
Sometimes I wanna give up.
But I don't.
Because I know in my heart that's not who I am.
I didn't come here to fold.
I came here to become stronger with each initiation.
I came here to let each storm crack my heart open wider.
I came here for something way bigger than "me."
A song is expressing itself through "me," for all of us.
And they will have to kill me before I stop singing.
So much bullshit I am ongoingly excavating and expelling.
I am ridiculously full of shit.
Real life begins on the other side of incinerating an Everest of excrement.
My ego had to be repeatedly burned away.
Layer upon layer of arrogance thrown to the inferno.
The process continues.
Slowly, slowly, returning to the innocent humility of the heart.
The Heart Knows.
If you want to stop feeling like shit, stop putting shit in your body.
My secret is that I don't fucking stop.
I am relentless.
If one angle seems blocked, I try 100 more.
Persistence pays.
Dreams come true for those who do not take "no" for an answer.
If not you, who?
If not now, when?
Love,
J
P.S. Presence of God is 25 days away. Ayahuasca. Bufo. Mexico. Jungle oasis. Still possible to join us.