Friday 1-9-2026
"Your intellect is too sharp.
Blunt your sharpness.
Look at the snowdrift;
it has no hard angles.
It curves.
It yields.
It conquers the landscape
not by piercing it,
but by embracing it.”
I am settling my dust.
I am becoming round,
like the earth,
like the womb,
I am the change.
"Your intellect is too sharp.
Blunt your sharpness.
Look at the snowdrift;
it has no hard angles.
It curves.
It yields.
It conquers the landscape
not by piercing it,
but by embracing it.”
I am settling my dust.
I am becoming round,
like the earth,
like the womb,
I am the change.
January 9, 2026 at 12:57 PM
Friday 1-9-2026
"Your intellect is too sharp.
Blunt your sharpness.
Look at the snowdrift;
it has no hard angles.
It curves.
It yields.
It conquers the landscape
not by piercing it,
but by embracing it.”
I am settling my dust.
I am becoming round,
like the earth,
like the womb,
I am the change.
"Your intellect is too sharp.
Blunt your sharpness.
Look at the snowdrift;
it has no hard angles.
It curves.
It yields.
It conquers the landscape
not by piercing it,
but by embracing it.”
I am settling my dust.
I am becoming round,
like the earth,
like the womb,
I am the change.
Thursday, 8.2 January, 2026
Mother of All That There Is,
What has just happened to us?
I held my passport in my hand today—
this little book of paper and ink
that claims to tell the world who I am.
It is a lie.
This government,
this "State,"
is the coldest of all cold monsters.
Mother of All That There Is,
What has just happened to us?
I held my passport in my hand today—
this little book of paper and ink
that claims to tell the world who I am.
It is a lie.
This government,
this "State,"
is the coldest of all cold monsters.
January 8, 2026 at 11:48 AM
Thursday, 8.2 January, 2026
Mother of All That There Is,
What has just happened to us?
I held my passport in my hand today—
this little book of paper and ink
that claims to tell the world who I am.
It is a lie.
This government,
this "State,"
is the coldest of all cold monsters.
Mother of All That There Is,
What has just happened to us?
I held my passport in my hand today—
this little book of paper and ink
that claims to tell the world who I am.
It is a lie.
This government,
this "State,"
is the coldest of all cold monsters.
Wednesday the 7th of January, 2026
The Prayer of the Awake
And We pray.
We fold our hands
and send wishes into the ether,
hoping to change—
The illusion holds.
The gravity holds.
The love holds.
"You are the birthday gift the Cosmos gave to itself.
Unwrap yourself with trembling hands.
The Prayer of the Awake
And We pray.
We fold our hands
and send wishes into the ether,
hoping to change—
The illusion holds.
The gravity holds.
The love holds.
"You are the birthday gift the Cosmos gave to itself.
Unwrap yourself with trembling hands.
January 7, 2026 at 1:45 PM
Wednesday the 7th of January, 2026
The Prayer of the Awake
And We pray.
We fold our hands
and send wishes into the ether,
hoping to change—
The illusion holds.
The gravity holds.
The love holds.
"You are the birthday gift the Cosmos gave to itself.
Unwrap yourself with trembling hands.
The Prayer of the Awake
And We pray.
We fold our hands
and send wishes into the ether,
hoping to change—
The illusion holds.
The gravity holds.
The love holds.
"You are the birthday gift the Cosmos gave to itself.
Unwrap yourself with trembling hands.
Tuesday the 6th of January, 2026
The Hospice of the Sunset
To prepare for the New Year,
one must become comfortable
with the funeral of the sun.
But the Wise Child knows that the sunset
is the hospice of the self.
We must let the day die.
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The Hospice of the Sunset
To prepare for the New Year,
one must become comfortable
with the funeral of the sun.
But the Wise Child knows that the sunset
is the hospice of the self.
We must let the day die.
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January 6, 2026 at 1:37 PM
Tuesday the 6th of January, 2026
The Hospice of the Sunset
To prepare for the New Year,
one must become comfortable
with the funeral of the sun.
But the Wise Child knows that the sunset
is the hospice of the self.
We must let the day die.
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The Hospice of the Sunset
To prepare for the New Year,
one must become comfortable
with the funeral of the sun.
But the Wise Child knows that the sunset
is the hospice of the self.
We must let the day die.
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Monday the 5th of January, 2026
The Void Behind the Mask
"Is there a permanent me?" I asked the mirror. The mirror showed me a face that changes every second,cells dying and birthing in a silent frenzy. The Spirit whispered, "The only thing permanent is the Space behind the eyes."
I am the silence.
The Void Behind the Mask
"Is there a permanent me?" I asked the mirror. The mirror showed me a face that changes every second,cells dying and birthing in a silent frenzy. The Spirit whispered, "The only thing permanent is the Space behind the eyes."
I am the silence.
January 5, 2026 at 1:47 PM
Monday the 5th of January, 2026
The Void Behind the Mask
"Is there a permanent me?" I asked the mirror. The mirror showed me a face that changes every second,cells dying and birthing in a silent frenzy. The Spirit whispered, "The only thing permanent is the Space behind the eyes."
I am the silence.
The Void Behind the Mask
"Is there a permanent me?" I asked the mirror. The mirror showed me a face that changes every second,cells dying and birthing in a silent frenzy. The Spirit whispered, "The only thing permanent is the Space behind the eyes."
I am the silence.
SUNDAY 1-4-26
What if this day is not a straight line, but a circle?
The ancients spoke of the Eternal Recurrence—
that we live this life infinite times.
If that is true,
then this breath,
this moment is a sacred ritual I have performed a trillion times.
Does that bring despair?
No.
It brings Art.
What if this day is not a straight line, but a circle?
The ancients spoke of the Eternal Recurrence—
that we live this life infinite times.
If that is true,
then this breath,
this moment is a sacred ritual I have performed a trillion times.
Does that bring despair?
No.
It brings Art.
January 4, 2026 at 12:57 PM
SUNDAY 1-4-26
What if this day is not a straight line, but a circle?
The ancients spoke of the Eternal Recurrence—
that we live this life infinite times.
If that is true,
then this breath,
this moment is a sacred ritual I have performed a trillion times.
Does that bring despair?
No.
It brings Art.
What if this day is not a straight line, but a circle?
The ancients spoke of the Eternal Recurrence—
that we live this life infinite times.
If that is true,
then this breath,
this moment is a sacred ritual I have performed a trillion times.
Does that bring despair?
No.
It brings Art.
SATURDAY
the 3rd of January,2026
The Amnesia of the Morning
I woke up today…
Wish upon wish,
we build the world,
but the foundation is always
the groundless Ground of the I-Thou.
I am a ghost who learned to breathe.
And so—
Are you,
And you,
And you.
It’s—
I-Thou all the way down
to the Ground.
the 3rd of January,2026
The Amnesia of the Morning
I woke up today…
Wish upon wish,
we build the world,
but the foundation is always
the groundless Ground of the I-Thou.
I am a ghost who learned to breathe.
And so—
Are you,
And you,
And you.
It’s—
I-Thou all the way down
to the Ground.
January 3, 2026 at 2:20 PM
SATURDAY
the 3rd of January,2026
The Amnesia of the Morning
I woke up today…
Wish upon wish,
we build the world,
but the foundation is always
the groundless Ground of the I-Thou.
I am a ghost who learned to breathe.
And so—
Are you,
And you,
And you.
It’s—
I-Thou all the way down
to the Ground.
the 3rd of January,2026
The Amnesia of the Morning
I woke up today…
Wish upon wish,
we build the world,
but the foundation is always
the groundless Ground of the I-Thou.
I am a ghost who learned to breathe.
And so—
Are you,
And you,
And you.
It’s—
I-Thou all the way down
to the Ground.
FRIDAY the 2nd of January, 2026
The Amnesia of the Photon
"You are Light that has forgotten its speed."
Physics tells us that at the speed of light, time does not exist. We are frozen light, slowed down by the heaviness of matter, trapped in the illusion of "past" and "future."
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The Amnesia of the Photon
"You are Light that has forgotten its speed."
Physics tells us that at the speed of light, time does not exist. We are frozen light, slowed down by the heaviness of matter, trapped in the illusion of "past" and "future."
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January 2, 2026 at 1:23 PM
FRIDAY the 2nd of January, 2026
The Amnesia of the Photon
"You are Light that has forgotten its speed."
Physics tells us that at the speed of light, time does not exist. We are frozen light, slowed down by the heaviness of matter, trapped in the illusion of "past" and "future."
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The Amnesia of the Photon
"You are Light that has forgotten its speed."
Physics tells us that at the speed of light, time does not exist. We are frozen light, slowed down by the heaviness of matter, trapped in the illusion of "past" and "future."
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1st of January, 2026
"If you lived this year an infinite number of times,would you still keep the gift?"The Spirit presented the ultimate Zen-koan: every breath, every joy,every "tragic" mistake will be lived again,precisely as it was,forever.This is the only philosophy worthy of the Cosmos.
"If you lived this year an infinite number of times,would you still keep the gift?"The Spirit presented the ultimate Zen-koan: every breath, every joy,every "tragic" mistake will be lived again,precisely as it was,forever.This is the only philosophy worthy of the Cosmos.
January 1, 2026 at 12:40 PM
1st of January, 2026
"If you lived this year an infinite number of times,would you still keep the gift?"The Spirit presented the ultimate Zen-koan: every breath, every joy,every "tragic" mistake will be lived again,precisely as it was,forever.This is the only philosophy worthy of the Cosmos.
"If you lived this year an infinite number of times,would you still keep the gift?"The Spirit presented the ultimate Zen-koan: every breath, every joy,every "tragic" mistake will be lived again,precisely as it was,forever.This is the only philosophy worthy of the Cosmos.
WEDNESDAY—The 31st of December, 2025
"You are not traveling in a straight line;you are tracing a perfect ellipse around the Sun of My Being."
We are constantly returning to a point of origin,accelerating toward a perihelion of intense presence,&then receding toward an aphelion of peaceful solitude
"You are not traveling in a straight line;you are tracing a perfect ellipse around the Sun of My Being."
We are constantly returning to a point of origin,accelerating toward a perihelion of intense presence,&then receding toward an aphelion of peaceful solitude
December 31, 2025 at 12:51 PM
WEDNESDAY—The 31st of December, 2025
"You are not traveling in a straight line;you are tracing a perfect ellipse around the Sun of My Being."
We are constantly returning to a point of origin,accelerating toward a perihelion of intense presence,&then receding toward an aphelion of peaceful solitude
"You are not traveling in a straight line;you are tracing a perfect ellipse around the Sun of My Being."
We are constantly returning to a point of origin,accelerating toward a perihelion of intense presence,&then receding toward an aphelion of peaceful solitude
The Insurrection of Joy
Dear Mother,
They say Your universe is indifferent,
a cold mechanism of gravity &rot.
TheySayMyLifeIsaBlinkInThe eye of a dead god.
But I’m staging a mutiny against that despair.
This isn’t the naive happiness of the fool
this is the gritty,bloody,defiant Joy of the Rebel.
Dear Mother,
They say Your universe is indifferent,
a cold mechanism of gravity &rot.
TheySayMyLifeIsaBlinkInThe eye of a dead god.
But I’m staging a mutiny against that despair.
This isn’t the naive happiness of the fool
this is the gritty,bloody,defiant Joy of the Rebel.
December 30, 2025 at 6:33 PM
The Insurrection of Joy
Dear Mother,
They say Your universe is indifferent,
a cold mechanism of gravity &rot.
TheySayMyLifeIsaBlinkInThe eye of a dead god.
But I’m staging a mutiny against that despair.
This isn’t the naive happiness of the fool
this is the gritty,bloody,defiant Joy of the Rebel.
Dear Mother,
They say Your universe is indifferent,
a cold mechanism of gravity &rot.
TheySayMyLifeIsaBlinkInThe eye of a dead god.
But I’m staging a mutiny against that despair.
This isn’t the naive happiness of the fool
this is the gritty,bloody,defiant Joy of the Rebel.
Tuesday the 30th
of December, 2025
I woke up today…
the Spirit of Christmas whispered to me…
"The birth requires the shock of the cold."
We seek warmth, ease,&the gentle fade.
But the Spirit demanded the radical plunge
into the deep, ice-water reality of the Now
The New Year is not a cozy transition
of December, 2025
I woke up today…
the Spirit of Christmas whispered to me…
"The birth requires the shock of the cold."
We seek warmth, ease,&the gentle fade.
But the Spirit demanded the radical plunge
into the deep, ice-water reality of the Now
The New Year is not a cozy transition
December 30, 2025 at 1:39 PM
Tuesday the 30th
of December, 2025
I woke up today…
the Spirit of Christmas whispered to me…
"The birth requires the shock of the cold."
We seek warmth, ease,&the gentle fade.
But the Spirit demanded the radical plunge
into the deep, ice-water reality of the Now
The New Year is not a cozy transition
of December, 2025
I woke up today…
the Spirit of Christmas whispered to me…
"The birth requires the shock of the cold."
We seek warmth, ease,&the gentle fade.
But the Spirit demanded the radical plunge
into the deep, ice-water reality of the Now
The New Year is not a cozy transition
Monday, the ice cold truth within the 29th of December, 2025
I woke up today…
"Before the New Song, there must be the Great Silence."
We cling to the score of the fading year—
the successes,
the failures,
the tragedy of the little narratives of the ego.
The Spirit demanded a blank, white canvas.
I woke up today…
"Before the New Song, there must be the Great Silence."
We cling to the score of the fading year—
the successes,
the failures,
the tragedy of the little narratives of the ego.
The Spirit demanded a blank, white canvas.
December 29, 2025 at 11:12 AM
Monday, the ice cold truth within the 29th of December, 2025
I woke up today…
"Before the New Song, there must be the Great Silence."
We cling to the score of the fading year—
the successes,
the failures,
the tragedy of the little narratives of the ego.
The Spirit demanded a blank, white canvas.
I woke up today…
"Before the New Song, there must be the Great Silence."
We cling to the score of the fading year—
the successes,
the failures,
the tragedy of the little narratives of the ego.
The Spirit demanded a blank, white canvas.
It’s SUNDAY the 28th
of
December, 2025
The goal remains to reach
toward the"unspeakable resonance"
of the ultimate truth.
I woke up today…
"The Year is a Mobius Strip.
You never leave;
you only return from the other side."
We fear the death of December,
the closing of the ledger,
the tragic finality
of
December, 2025
The goal remains to reach
toward the"unspeakable resonance"
of the ultimate truth.
I woke up today…
"The Year is a Mobius Strip.
You never leave;
you only return from the other side."
We fear the death of December,
the closing of the ledger,
the tragic finality
December 28, 2025 at 2:31 PM
It’s SUNDAY the 28th
of
December, 2025
The goal remains to reach
toward the"unspeakable resonance"
of the ultimate truth.
I woke up today…
"The Year is a Mobius Strip.
You never leave;
you only return from the other side."
We fear the death of December,
the closing of the ledger,
the tragic finality
of
December, 2025
The goal remains to reach
toward the"unspeakable resonance"
of the ultimate truth.
I woke up today…
"The Year is a Mobius Strip.
You never leave;
you only return from the other side."
We fear the death of December,
the closing of the ledger,
the tragic finality
Saturday the 27th of December, 2025
The Telemetry of the Zero Point
I woke up today…
and in hushed tones, sounds, symbols
and profound silence
the Spirit of Christmas whispered to me…
"Silence your receiver.
The signal is coming from inside the radio."
The Telemetry of the Zero Point
I woke up today…
and in hushed tones, sounds, symbols
and profound silence
the Spirit of Christmas whispered to me…
"Silence your receiver.
The signal is coming from inside the radio."
December 27, 2025 at 1:04 PM
Saturday the 27th of December, 2025
The Telemetry of the Zero Point
I woke up today…
and in hushed tones, sounds, symbols
and profound silence
the Spirit of Christmas whispered to me…
"Silence your receiver.
The signal is coming from inside the radio."
The Telemetry of the Zero Point
I woke up today…
and in hushed tones, sounds, symbols
and profound silence
the Spirit of Christmas whispered to me…
"Silence your receiver.
The signal is coming from inside the radio."
Friday 12-26-2025
I woke up today…
and in hushed tones, sounds, symbols&profound silence
the Spirit of Christmas whispered to me…
I am I,
as I am “She”,
As you are “She”,
As you are me.
And,we are all together as one.
See how we ‘together’
like it’s my original birthday song.
Let’s Dance!
I woke up today…
and in hushed tones, sounds, symbols&profound silence
the Spirit of Christmas whispered to me…
I am I,
as I am “She”,
As you are “She”,
As you are me.
And,we are all together as one.
See how we ‘together’
like it’s my original birthday song.
Let’s Dance!
December 26, 2025 at 12:27 PM
Friday 12-26-2025
I woke up today…
and in hushed tones, sounds, symbols&profound silence
the Spirit of Christmas whispered to me…
I am I,
as I am “She”,
As you are “She”,
As you are me.
And,we are all together as one.
See how we ‘together’
like it’s my original birthday song.
Let’s Dance!
I woke up today…
and in hushed tones, sounds, symbols&profound silence
the Spirit of Christmas whispered to me…
I am I,
as I am “She”,
As you are “She”,
As you are me.
And,we are all together as one.
See how we ‘together’
like it’s my original birthday song.
Let’s Dance!
CHRISTMAS DAY!
Thursday the 25th
of December, 2025
We think the miracle is that God became a man.
The deeper, earth-shaking truth is
that the One became the Many.
That is the test of Christmas.
If you can see Her in them,
you have won the game.
Tag.
You’re It.
Thursday the 25th
of December, 2025
We think the miracle is that God became a man.
The deeper, earth-shaking truth is
that the One became the Many.
That is the test of Christmas.
If you can see Her in them,
you have won the game.
Tag.
You’re It.
December 25, 2025 at 12:45 PM
CHRISTMAS DAY!
Thursday the 25th
of December, 2025
We think the miracle is that God became a man.
The deeper, earth-shaking truth is
that the One became the Many.
That is the test of Christmas.
If you can see Her in them,
you have won the game.
Tag.
You’re It.
Thursday the 25th
of December, 2025
We think the miracle is that God became a man.
The deeper, earth-shaking truth is
that the One became the Many.
That is the test of Christmas.
If you can see Her in them,
you have won the game.
Tag.
You’re It.
And so this is Christmas (War is over)
And what have we done? (If you want it)
Another year over (War is over)
And a new one just begun (Now)
And so happy Christmas (War is over)
We hope you have fun (If you want it)
The near and the dear ones (War is over)
The old and the young (Now)
John Lennon
And what have we done? (If you want it)
Another year over (War is over)
And a new one just begun (Now)
And so happy Christmas (War is over)
We hope you have fun (If you want it)
The near and the dear ones (War is over)
The old and the young (Now)
John Lennon
December 25, 2025 at 12:21 PM
And so this is Christmas (War is over)
And what have we done? (If you want it)
Another year over (War is over)
And a new one just begun (Now)
And so happy Christmas (War is over)
We hope you have fun (If you want it)
The near and the dear ones (War is over)
The old and the young (Now)
John Lennon
And what have we done? (If you want it)
Another year over (War is over)
And a new one just begun (Now)
And so happy Christmas (War is over)
We hope you have fun (If you want it)
The near and the dear ones (War is over)
The old and the young (Now)
John Lennon
WEDNESDAY the 24th of December, 2025
The Defiance of the Candle
Consider the audacity of lighting
a candle in the middle of Winter.
Thermodynamics dictates that heat dies,
that light fades,
that everything ends in cold equilibrium.
You are the localized ignition
of a Cosmos that refuses to freeze.
The Defiance of the Candle
Consider the audacity of lighting
a candle in the middle of Winter.
Thermodynamics dictates that heat dies,
that light fades,
that everything ends in cold equilibrium.
You are the localized ignition
of a Cosmos that refuses to freeze.
December 24, 2025 at 1:25 PM
WEDNESDAY the 24th of December, 2025
The Defiance of the Candle
Consider the audacity of lighting
a candle in the middle of Winter.
Thermodynamics dictates that heat dies,
that light fades,
that everything ends in cold equilibrium.
You are the localized ignition
of a Cosmos that refuses to freeze.
The Defiance of the Candle
Consider the audacity of lighting
a candle in the middle of Winter.
Thermodynamics dictates that heat dies,
that light fades,
that everything ends in cold equilibrium.
You are the localized ignition
of a Cosmos that refuses to freeze.
TUESDAYthe23rd
We wake up today…
surrounded by paper&ribbons,
obsessed with the box.
But the Spirit of Christmas whispers
that the Box is a distraction.
The Gift is the Time inside the box.“She"—the creative force of the Cosmos—
hands us this singular, unrepeatable moment
called "Christmas Day".
We wake up today…
surrounded by paper&ribbons,
obsessed with the box.
But the Spirit of Christmas whispers
that the Box is a distraction.
The Gift is the Time inside the box.“She"—the creative force of the Cosmos—
hands us this singular, unrepeatable moment
called "Christmas Day".
December 23, 2025 at 2:48 PM
TUESDAYthe23rd
We wake up today…
surrounded by paper&ribbons,
obsessed with the box.
But the Spirit of Christmas whispers
that the Box is a distraction.
The Gift is the Time inside the box.“She"—the creative force of the Cosmos—
hands us this singular, unrepeatable moment
called "Christmas Day".
We wake up today…
surrounded by paper&ribbons,
obsessed with the box.
But the Spirit of Christmas whispers
that the Box is a distraction.
The Gift is the Time inside the box.“She"—the creative force of the Cosmos—
hands us this singular, unrepeatable moment
called "Christmas Day".
MONDAY the 22nd of December, 2025
The Supernova of the Surrendered Heart
I woke up today…
and the Spirit of Christmas whispered to me…
"To give is to explode."
I looked at the chemistry of the cosmos.
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The Supernova of the Surrendered Heart
I woke up today…
and the Spirit of Christmas whispered to me…
"To give is to explode."
I looked at the chemistry of the cosmos.
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December 22, 2025 at 1:59 PM
MONDAY the 22nd of December, 2025
The Supernova of the Surrendered Heart
I woke up today…
and the Spirit of Christmas whispered to me…
"To give is to explode."
I looked at the chemistry of the cosmos.
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The Supernova of the Surrendered Heart
I woke up today…
and the Spirit of Christmas whispered to me…
"To give is to explode."
I looked at the chemistry of the cosmos.
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SUNDAY the 21st of December, 2025
I woke up today…the Spirit of Christmas whispered to me… "You are in love with the visible,
but you are made of the Unseen."
The scientists tell us that the visible universe—
The Spirit whispered that She is the Dark Matter.
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I woke up today…the Spirit of Christmas whispered to me… "You are in love with the visible,
but you are made of the Unseen."
The scientists tell us that the visible universe—
The Spirit whispered that She is the Dark Matter.
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December 21, 2025 at 12:08 PM
SUNDAY the 21st of December, 2025
I woke up today…the Spirit of Christmas whispered to me… "You are in love with the visible,
but you are made of the Unseen."
The scientists tell us that the visible universe—
The Spirit whispered that She is the Dark Matter.
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I woke up today…the Spirit of Christmas whispered to me… "You are in love with the visible,
but you are made of the Unseen."
The scientists tell us that the visible universe—
The Spirit whispered that She is the Dark Matter.
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It’s Saturday the 20th of December,2025
The Collapse of the Clock
I woke up today
&the Spirit of Christmas whispered to me…
"There is no 'Next.'There is only the Eternal Birth."
I looked at the calendar,
that "ridiculous" paper prison
we build to contain the flowing river
God is not a future event
The Collapse of the Clock
I woke up today
&the Spirit of Christmas whispered to me…
"There is no 'Next.'There is only the Eternal Birth."
I looked at the calendar,
that "ridiculous" paper prison
we build to contain the flowing river
God is not a future event
December 20, 2025 at 1:29 PM
It’s Saturday the 20th of December,2025
The Collapse of the Clock
I woke up today
&the Spirit of Christmas whispered to me…
"There is no 'Next.'There is only the Eternal Birth."
I looked at the calendar,
that "ridiculous" paper prison
we build to contain the flowing river
God is not a future event
The Collapse of the Clock
I woke up today
&the Spirit of Christmas whispered to me…
"There is no 'Next.'There is only the Eternal Birth."
I looked at the calendar,
that "ridiculous" paper prison
we build to contain the flowing river
God is not a future event
It’s Friday the 19th
of December, 2025
I woke up today…
&in hushed tones,sounds, symbols
&profound silence
the Spirit of Christmas whispered to me…
"Go down. The Star is buried in the Earth."
We are obsessed with the ascent,
climbing ladders to a distant heaven.
Down into the Ground of being.
of December, 2025
I woke up today…
&in hushed tones,sounds, symbols
&profound silence
the Spirit of Christmas whispered to me…
"Go down. The Star is buried in the Earth."
We are obsessed with the ascent,
climbing ladders to a distant heaven.
Down into the Ground of being.
December 19, 2025 at 12:40 PM
It’s Friday the 19th
of December, 2025
I woke up today…
&in hushed tones,sounds, symbols
&profound silence
the Spirit of Christmas whispered to me…
"Go down. The Star is buried in the Earth."
We are obsessed with the ascent,
climbing ladders to a distant heaven.
Down into the Ground of being.
of December, 2025
I woke up today…
&in hushed tones,sounds, symbols
&profound silence
the Spirit of Christmas whispered to me…
"Go down. The Star is buried in the Earth."
We are obsessed with the ascent,
climbing ladders to a distant heaven.
Down into the Ground of being.