I love to talk. This is quite possibly why I’ve found myself enthusiastically guiding others through their psychic territories to unearth simple wisdom and peace within them.
Wisdom fascinates me in its simplicity. I am intellectually mystified by how humans complicate life by believing things about themselves and others which are not true. What is informing this?
I love to talk with people about portals: tunnels into the inner consciousness which enable us to conduct our own philosophical quests and treasure hunts. It’s like spelunking! There are far more ways into Narnia than through the coats at the back of the wardrobe. I’m sometimes surprised how afraid some people are of opening the vaults of their souls.
Can you recall a moment in your life when you have known your exact place and purpose in the Universe? It can feel like a teaser for the flavor of life which excites our life force. We remember it always. We live our entire lives trying to get back to that feeling, that sensation, that elegant and spirited second of satisfaction. It is one of the tremendous beauties of being human, this facet. It also has the power to take us all the way to the ground with addictive patterns and hungry ghosts which won’t be satisfied. Misled quests can lead to much sorrow.
As we seek through the culture, our families, the memories, our psychic composition, we find little clues about what gave us that taste of oneness with a force of life greater than ourselves.
Opening the portals does not have to be a scary, fight-or-flight proposition. Having some structural support around the process helps heal those things which caused us to form the incorrect beliefs which are informing our experience of life.