The Enlightenment Hangover.

Spiritual know-it-all meets its humble human match

I just got home from a psychedelic ceremony.

But please don’t leave, I don’t think this is going where you think it might lead.

This was not my first sit, by any means. But as usual, the experience was exactly what it had to be.

I’m not sharing to pass on magic or great insights. But I do want to express to you just a couple of simple things. Because of course, no matter how enlightened, the ego still provokes.

I’ve had some amazing journeys that connected me to the collective, where I learned I am you, and you are me.

I’ve been connected to God, the source, a higher being, and I’ve been able to find love in all I see.

This sit, however, ended up a little different. This one was about the human me. The one that walks on solid ground. Not the soul me who is “perfect,” but the one that lives and breathes.

The one I had been trying to eradicate by purifying her with yoga and enlightenment; ignored, rejected, and dismissed.

She showed up today to greet me, and sat silently without a word. She held my hand as I reached out, and instantly I knew she was the anchor to my core.

I’ve been looking to breach the gap, to close the circle between the spiritual and the human world.

But the moment our hands touched, I realized there was never a circle to be closed.

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I am sorry fellow humans, that I’ve been such an awareness snob. Spewing “knowledge” and bullshit wisdom, I feel like such an ass.

Well….today, for me, the earth stood still. There was no visit to the stars. I am humbled and embarrassed, and I hope you take me back.

I will live my human cycles, full of questions and non-answers; I won’t try to educate you. I will just be curious with you. And if you want to, we can hold each other’s hand.