I kept thinking of Janis Joplin singing ‘Freedom’s just another word for nothing left to loose’ and that struck me right in the heart strings. But I was proven wrong. There is always something to lose. Always.

The only reason the past didn’t work as we thought or hoped it would, is we were not ready to receive what we wanted. That sort of conflict, between simultaneously seeking and repelling, can lead us to disarray and decay.

You are putting your future body into your mouth, merging with external beings and allowing them to merge with you into your mouth, merging with you. This is extraordinary. An incredible process. Be with it completely.

...We were blessed. And cursed. But none so much as those that had laid their souls to rest and rot in the respite of giving up hope, while their forlorn bodies continued to live on.

This is your pleasure; this is the expression of your pleasure in the world. Elevate it, exaggerate it, and you will find the path to fulfillment.

It takes such a minute effort, now you can see the cracks, to just tap your beak a little harder than you dare and that shell will fall from your body like stardust your damp feathers will dry, the light of the world will dazzle you with splendour

Eventually slumber grips me for a moment before I am physically dragged a few inches in my bed, and sleep promptly leaves to make room for fear.

I get no words, only the sudden flash of a monkey on my right shoulder looking at me. Hanuman!! I think immediately. He squeals in a laugh as the infusion sets in. I feel like I'm stoned, only alert and energised.

Death motions to one little spark. It isn't white like the others. It's red. 'That one is ready to leave. That one is for me to tend, not the other angels. Would you like to come?"

From this vast nothing a town appears as a mirage. Well, not quite a town. More the shadow of an excuse to make a mark on a map.

As the river calls My answer is silent this eve The walls though are not so stubborn Bit by bit they return the call Succumbing to the violent ebb and flow Of the rivers call

Perhaps the buoyancy I feel when being present, really present, is gravity easing itself enough to let me mind rearrange cells and patterns into more favourable states before mind falls back to distraction and body falls back to its solid state.

It is up to each and every one of us to help create a better world for humanity and all sentience. So, what will you bring in to a world without limits?