A Narcoleptic Awakening

My work has a quality of waking you from a confusing dream.

The dream is the abstraction, the control, blame, shame, the pattern of fighting, your war practices which clearly make no sense whatsoever once you recognize practices of integrity.

I never try to talk anyone out of their practices. In truth, I do not condemn any practices or patterns because I hold that human experience is sacred. Yes, EVERY experience.

I simply offer the template for how it looks and feels to walk the Way of Devotion. In itself, this template is soothing, cleansing, compelling. Knowing it, other practices seem insane.

"It's like 'aha!' and then it's like 'duh.'"
The most concise way anyone has ever stated this impact of my work. My work is based in reality—the truth always feels like "duh."

Today I heard from a recipient of the Village Principles that she cannot remember what was once so compelling about controlling and blaming the world. I feel that so deeply. What DID I think I was going for? How did I not see my own ontological misery, the hell I put myself in that very now, when I placed my attention on blame?

Yes, it can feel like an awakening, but it is the awakening of a narcoleptic. You will find yourself sleeping again and again (I do!) but once you know reality, you will awaken each time you find you are sleeping, your confusion the cue that you've reentered the dream.