After water fasting for 107 hours, I came upon this letter written during Time of the Equinox Fire and the Setting Sun.
Hi, it’s me, Dragon. You know, your Universe. I’m a bit ssssscaly today, forgive me if I shed one or two portals for you. I haven’t written lately. You’ve been too busy to hear anyway, so I’d thought I’d wait.
Wait, wait, weight. It’s dragging us down, this grounded patience, this heavy EARTH time that has been necessary to stumble through as the painstaking precursor to something new. You had to go through it, the cleaning up, the dirty pain, the blinding realization of your own fat hoarded problems. The moldy mess and serpentine gravity and the horrors you have reconstructed into something opposite than yuck — have altered you.
You are not even the same person. You know what? That is good. You used to be a bit of a moron. Hey, I forgive you. We can all get washed clean in the WATER. You just have to go swimming.
Wait, weight. List carefully now, apprentice. It’s been a long time since you were in love, hasn’t it. Yes, Yes, I know, you’re too mature and old now, too responsible and coherent, too wise for that, too ascended to fall for the games anymore. Too singular, too sovereign.
But what if I told you that to pass the next Gate, you have to be in love?
You’d hate me, wouldn’t you. No, you would say. You would also say, you can’t *make* yourself fall in love.
But can’t you?
Can’t you breathe beats into your heart to power up the loving virtues there? Magnify them, expand them, like the equinox FIRE’s embers getting hotter and hotter? And then, after you have inhaled power into your heart sphere, after you have blown WIND into that treasure chest to activate the heart’s crown, here’s a good one for you: follow a desire.
Yeah, you heard me right. A DESIRE.
You hate the word, don’t you? You want to neutralize it. You want to have none, because to you, having few desires — that is peace. But what if peace is not the quality that grows your wings? What if peace is not what spirals us collectively to the next level of the library?
Hey, I know you don’t like it. Be in love. hahahahahaha, right? You don’t like this challenge one venomous bit. You are as resistant af. But look: you want to pass the next gate? You want the many-leaved wing portals to communicate via the implicate order, or no?
Be. in. love.
Oh, but wait, there is one more thing. I might be tricking you. Don’t forget it’s Equinox, the time of perfect balance between day and night, so maybe you should disregard this entire celebration of excess. The edge between night and day is perpendicular to the equator. Balance between. Always touch both worlds at the same time. Are you going to live in love, or in the matrix?
Until next time, I’m singing in your cells, writing books that I never share with anyone, and scrawling love letters in your DNA. Also, I’m hungry, do you guys know where I can get some black bean brownies and pumpkin seed pâté and sweet potato fries?