What frustrates me so profoundly is the potential that is embedded within all of us, and especially now.  All we have left is one other.  Our gurus have fallen, our spiritual/religious teachers and traditions called out for inauthentic roots and behaviour, our governments are arguing amongst themselves, our legal systems corrupt and rotten and our food and medicinal industries over-producing artificial substances that once resembled food, but now represent murder, cruelty, and inhumane conditions.  Soon, the whole fucking world will be run by drones, but we won't care as long as we have our screens and can carry on having our heads pumped full of zombie food.

Yet, within everybody, is a rhythm and a pulse. An organic, natural newness that can freely give the other the path upon which to tread out of this head fuck.  In the dark, silent warmth of beingness, we can rock one another nakedly in the firelight, hum a melody over the skin, kneed and ease out all tensions.  Speak a language that cannot be understood with the ears, but only by the heart. 

Men can team up together and take a woman through the gates of Trust, safely delivering her where she needs to go in order to trust men fully again. Women can team up together and take a man through the doors of Love, skillfully with such genuine care, taking him to where he needs to go in order to trust women again. These kinds of journeys would be on the edge of what is bearable and what is not. On the outside, the people present and the environment would be bombproof; on the inside, everything would be breaking loose and coming up.  

The power of the circle would be conjuring support, encouragement and love.  Knowing that this person was once a child, is a human and is also a great soul.  Women would be crying on behalf of women, men would be sweating on behalf of men, and humans would be embodying what needs to be embodied in order for us all to evacuate the Matrix and its lies.  Together in a giant, orgasmic parade of life renewed would the pure intentions carried by everyone ignite and be made real. The work done would be genuine, appropriate, compelling and aligned with the All, Absolute and the Only.  And then, there will be no greater power that could control our mind, bodies and soul. In wild dancing freedom would we humans join together and tear up the bullshit of compare and contrast, our brains would have become free from the sly doctrines of what we call 'human nature' and know it for what it is - 'sick world syndrome'.  We would be natural.  I don't even like the word authentic anymore, because it's become another faddish term to describe our inauthenticity. 

Our bodies contain this medicine.  Not a machine.  And not a person who is making a buck giving us back this syllabus, seminar, or training. 

I look forward to meeting you there in the wild circle of the Phoenix.