To truly be free, you must be willing to lose everything in every moment.
You must live with playfulness, adventure, and creativity.
You must aim higher than you think you could ever possibly achieve.
You must realize the smallness of your fears, and smile at the sweetness of human nature to wrap up its heart and loving arms in the concerns of another.
You must embrace this and inhabit it, yet use it as a womb, not a resting place- and your concern must be your impetus, your angsting psyche not a chaotic schism, but an embryo.

You, singularly, individually, you have access to a collective unconscious which always allows you to creatively define, redefine, visualize, and incarnate change. Your hopes, beliefs, and desires are not requests of God or time- they are magnetic vibrations which command the Other and inform matter and moment of the Etch-A-Sketch pattern you would like to invoke. Time reacts to YOU. Careers react to YOU. Patterns react to YOU.
If you feel in your heart and mind a palpable, unquenchable desire for the Other- a fire and a light which propels you infinitely forward- surrender to it and it will come.
You don't have to plot and plan to "have it together" or to "get there." "Getting there" never looks like what you thought it would.

Relinquish your fears and beliefs about Reality Fixed, and you will find a different Essence of reality waiting for you. You will find one that glows, one that moves in your hands like putty, one that invigorates and refreshes because in every single infinite moment you are already Utterly There,
it has all already Utterly Happened;
by simply inhabiting this moment with your full fire and intention, you will find yourself infused with an intangible Delight at the existence of Things and anything
and, where once was a fear, you will find a power over the things that are your life, for your single existence is the ultimate fact of the joy which cannot be encompassed by words,
of the purpose which is neither filled nor unfulfilled yet always occurring,
of the newness and breath which breathes into you and through you a paintbrush of song and a soft wind of action caressing time and calendars like the soothing brush of a mother's hand.
You will hear the music and you will find you are the instrument that never stops playing some beautiful song you could never have come up with.

And if you surrender, when you surrender, to the delight of living and being alive, you will be free,
and you will laugh that you once cowered in the corner over spreadsheets of semantics,
and you will feel a peace surpassing Mind that both rebukes and infuses, an electrifying current of Being,
and, in that, Living and Doing is not a choice, it is an impulse of the divine,
and whatever you thought you had to change, fix, or fear will dissolve into Illusion,

For when you wake up from the dreamer's dream you are, of course, the dreamer, and in existing within that sphere
you are crafting,
being crafted,
redefining, losing everything,
awakening,
into a chaos unparalleled
in which in every moment you could die, but in every moment you are living,
so it really doesn't matter, just so long as you are Here.


CHAOS WORLD-
If things get loud enough, you hear the humming screech of a transcendent silence.
And when things get silent, you will feel the electrifying pulse of space-shattering Laughter of Loud which is the heartbeat of God and time,
the urging of your chaos,
the aluminum foil in the microwave ecstasy which rents a hole in matrix of matter with the unapologetic flash and glare of its existing,
and you will find yourself then most utterly unhinged,
most, undeniable insane,
but you will feel Awe for the first time,
the cosmic membrane slashed and shattered as you now bubble inside the elemental flow of smooth Here,
and you are Un-here most utterly,
but what would you rather, the plastic existence of mute and dead which was what you were given when chaos forgot?


Your birthright is ecstasy, and every atom flickers Fire
and your world is kerosene-soaked city streets
so make love and watch it burn.