19 posts to go and I’m running dry.
For a while there I was carried by the purpose and meaning that “serving the enlightenment transmission” gave me.
I won’t lie to you: it felt good.
The belief allowed me to access the new-clear energy and the energy boosted my belief.
Then I split the hair and the whole thing detonated in my face.
Now I am back in the desert—where I always was—staring at the fall-out of an atomized dream.
Wondering, was I betrayed or did I betray myself? The answer, as always, is a little of both.