In the heart we create our universe.  Within it, it is ours to give.  The laws abide by the depth of our giving and upon that order; the rules of infinity are ours to create.  The changes are ours to fall into and experience the range of.  The language is sharing, cause and effect is honesty, and finding pause during times of panic is a special delivery.  It is the truth of care, the stillness, rather than the motion of unleashing emotion over the discipline of calm. The special delivery, appreciation that is brought and gifted, not the tangible, the thing, or whatever we’re able to manage from something born from thought. We give so that we may uplift each other, and through each other, others.  If we give our brakes away, our ceilings may become our floors. We’ll find a way to dance upside down.  Start new.  The rules exist within here, this sphere, this universe we’ve created all from a single seed.  The fertile ground is here and now, not in the time of the past or future.  This is the moment of authenticity.  There is nothing that is not OK or beyond a conversation because we give the gift of allowing trust to preserve our calm.  In this, we share, we bask, we explode into the unfolding of higher patterns of light vibration, together.  There is a sacred depth that all things external, may only by our consent, leave a scar.  Fall.  I’ll catch you.  I’ll hear you.  Panic.  Scream.  Share the reality.  Be kinetic.  Be known as who you are underneath whom you feel you must be.  I’ll catch you. 

Special delivery, your menu:

Moments made of light – Delicious dedications of time.  Being there because I want to be.  Being there because my motion moves me to move you.  Served with sounds orchestrated under moonlight, tangential star lit exchanges of verbal and non-verbal communication, and caffeinated reparations of sleepy sensations.

Random Rides to Nowhere – Nothing special makes this the specialty.  You’re the DJ.  I drive to somewhere we’ve never been, a location extracted from associations over the course of our respective days.  A return to the present time, a clearing of mental haze so that you may reengage your creative fire.  Served with a side of not letting your mind get fried.

Light Body (Unbinding) -  Bonding. Balancing. Allowing the weight to come off your shoulders and to take energy into your energy.  A foot massage for your internal flame.  Essence of aroma, ear lobes, and peacock feathers, though seemingly strange, a combination that will transmute the weight of stress and strain into the soothing escape from not escaping.  Comes with your choice of desert but we highly recommend the mango.

Light Body (Capture) – Electronic flickering of flashes in front of eyesight, a delightful rendition of runway models running away from photo-shopped facades, toward the tension-less tone of truthful and tender-hearted wrinkles, indentations, insecurities, imperfections, and mold.  May lead to dizziness, little blue dots and swirls interlacing with frosted snowflake shapes, and invading the space of coffee shop study breakers, book readers, and online meter-uppers. 

Light Body (Rapture) -  Anapanasati - mindfulness of breathing, 16 tetrads, the trueness of seeing.  Served undressed, unseasoned, and raw.  A redirect of every caution into the light of every option.

Presence, persistence, patience, peppered in rosemary sprigs.
Light from candles and salt lamps, maple syrup, and Almonds. 
Hit the bong.
Leave town on a whim for free if you bring yourself free from worries.
Learn the stories of archangels channeling people pretending to be impoverish and poor.
Story Telling Time over an open fire, electric stove with food aroma, or a pillow fort.

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