i have never been afraid of having my illusion revealed. i have often felt as though i wear the evidence of my disguise all over my face. i am a terrible liar. everyone knows the truth about neto.

the clouds are pink against the last blue sky of this bc day. half th province is on fire. i am leaving to go deep forest for six weeks. all of my committments are slowly being finished and moved on from. space is clearing.

there are questions. what is the attraction? how does one begin to approach the oracle of ancient high wisdom with reverence and humility while maintaining a sense of expressionless power? i am six years old and waking up to find a familiar face looking back at me.

jeffe says, "deep down you know that part of your soul is barefoot in the sand and covered in dirt, no rubber soles from your shoes between you and the earth, and somewhere the oracle of the ancients is plugged in and wired with the metatech".

my body has its own ideas about all of this.

the illusion of me is that i am always saying the same thing in not even so different words. now i feel is the time to reveal knowledge gained from countless voyages to uncharted space. now is the time to amalgamate and assemble.

the sword of the mind has sliced clean thru the disguise. quickly i might add. weilded wisely by powerful samurai. these archetypes know. themselves, the limitations of their existence. one need not get too engrossed in the cover story. reality of alignments has more to do with physical proximity than compatibility.

when you face a seriously different other and still find the point of merging, you know that the path has a way of its own and that even choice has a sort of destined momentum.

are you in control, or does it just appear that way?