Day 17346: Me. Here. Now
I am on a quest to find my authentic being. These words will be in effort to describe that experience. If you have found this little corner of the internet, "Welcome". Prologue: I am a sponge. We all are; we are soaked in the things we see, the language we hear, the stories we are told, and our lived experience. This creates our perception, and our perception is our everyday reality . What I am trying to say is this; if we walk around wearing orange tinted glasses on a snowy day, the snow will appear orange ( Ram Dass, or maybe Rupert Spira? ). Is the snow actually orange? No, of course not, but the 'reality' of the white snow, mixed our 'perception' through orange tint certainly makes it look that way to us, and without acknowledgement of our eyewear choices, we could be fooled into thinking that snow is orange. We would live a life in which we knew that snow was orange. That is a simple way to say, we're all wearing tinted glasses, but most of