Seeds of Hope

Seeds of Hope are the seeds of change. Just as my grandmothers grandmother gave birth. Today is Monday, April 7th. 2025. I feel the need to see and smell the difference. Like a condor, I am waiting for the next death.

So many beautiful moments came to me from this weekends end. I comfortably noted a goodbye. Then, a sweet another. On my way to school, there was Ram Doss. Now, just like that- I’m inspired. Unlike my usual Mondays, today I have a session. I also have the drive to write. As I’m preparing for my day, I am flowing between worlds-

From my past, I am beginning to share my story. In nature to who I am, I feel full of content and ripe with beginnings. As if I am birthing another child, I feel the crown of her head being born. Past the point of transition, there’s acceptance in my heart. The wind is telling me to listen.

Now is the time to blow wishes.

I wish for peace within our hearts. We are the wheels in motion. May the wheels of your being run smooth, in liquid matter. If I were to speak to this differently, I would say we are preparing for death.

I wish for a sense of smooth transition for us all. May you feel into the region of your expanding bones and welcome through re-birth. Give yourself the magic of feeling life giving life coming again.

How odd it would be to think men can not do this.

Then what if, it was time for that? To fear the change of having babies, would be to fear the dream in your head. What does your role say about you? Are you a man? Are you a dentist? How does cleaning teeth inspire you? What if these questions could bring you to a place of knowing?

The space between reality and dualism offers us the wisdom of dropped ego. Ego within self, and ego with an other. Heal thy self- is heal each other. The theory is this:

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