Consciousness-In-Action: Reaction
The heat, the light, the love! Oh, Holy Bandwidth, which makest our synapses sing! Blessed Be, the range of emotive frequencies this neurology is heir to, so sweet the sorrow at collapsing that transient wave function!
I rest, now, with my family of blood, in contemplative appreciation of my family of spirit; Noetic kindred, we danced the sublime Entango.
We plumbed the depths of heartache with Andrew Harvey, immersed in the transformative fire of Sacred Activism.
We rose, to meet the Coherent Heart, with Howard Martin, and learned techniques of conscious engagement with that coherence.
James, Marilyn, and Dean surveyed and storied fresh terrain newly explicated from Mystery, and Lynn McTaggart embedded us more firmly in The Field.
Van Jones brought me to tears, again, in heroic acts of self-disclosure and tales of courageous achievement.
Robert Thurman convinced me that there is nothing to worry about, no one to worry. Almost.
On, and on, the tale will be woven, but the Swami Beyondananda has etherically instructed me to take a nap now. I hear, and obey.
PAX-JED
