Add em up! Eleven.
Halloween Dinner Party
I must say that the “times” feel so intense. I felt validation—place and meaning all coming together in my essence. All that was real danced before the ghosts in the living side of death, on the nightmare edge knowing it is just beyond, as we poke fun at its reality.
I was so, so fortunate to find reality in putting on a mask and having it tell all in the simplicity of a single face and one gesture without having to fill in the blanks of detail.
I was able to celebrate these moments in living expression of the genuine adventure in reality; with those around me also uniting in its reality of a shiny moment in living, joined with others and standing in the same current of its conscious flow. A gift of nourishment for us all—especially for me. It is affirmation of the part of me that is truth.
I am a fortunate man having found some bits of valid foundation in the soul and in its living nature.
This takes me to another image I’ve felt before. It’s not so far beyond reason to think, fantasize, or imagine that humans are amateur gods—recycling and incarnating into physical form so as to have a tangible place to learn and grow into the capacity to bring meaning and purpose to the cosmos through its immature mess of a crude spirit. Having to find its way in genetic trials and errors in a pulse of living and death, dying, and incarnating round and round in evolution’s stream.
I would then say the “success” is not so much consciousness as it is the capacity to develop it. The ones that can develop consciousness, live on. The ones that can’t are discarded in extinction where the thread of their existence is broken.