I woke up today with the thought-feeling that I need to be the container-conduit, the vessel, of contradiction ~ not that I need to bear the weight of the world’s contradictions, but that I, as an individual, for my own wellbeing, need to not be pushing away anything that contradicts what is perceived, through the social construct, to be good, healthy, positive, et cetera. This is the second day in a row that I have woken up from a night’s sleep that felt like a series of messages (or the integration of messages) about what I feel like is the Jungian (or generally integrative) approach to the wholeness of human being.
Day one of trial run at Westbourne Farm, the permaculture pioneer of southwest Brisvedas ~ between the Ipswich turnpike and the Wacol Bushlands, there lies a chicken decomposing under the house, the scent wafting in my bedroom window for a night-long meditation on death.
It’s 4:53am on 12 February 2018 (16/7), a Moonday, and I am sitting down to my first full day as a full-time student in a very long time. It feels so wonderful to have a formal structure through which I can digest and express all these ideas I’ve been exploring the last few years already ~ all the drifting of the past seven or so years feels like it has been utterly worth it because it has brought me to this.
💦💨💃😍 Friends, lovers, vagabonds, fellow rogue units and psychonauts everywhere … I have an announcement to make (prepare the trumpets!): *I just got accepted into the Bachelor of Integrative Psychotherapy at IKON Institute*. 😲🐐✨🎈🌏⛺📣💡As a recovering cunning-linguist and aspiring-bodhisattva, I will be specialising in the transmutation of emojis into direct realisation of the truth So much love to everyone who has helped me to get this far along the journey of the humanista. As the cards continue to unfold I trust that I will be able to return the favour exponential-fold. #technoshamanism4lyfe