What can I say… other than I think Mark is a georgeous mad genius…
What, you’re still here? The Rapture didn’t come for you after all and now you’re stuck with a pack of goats and a closetful of leather harnesses and 500 cases of whipped cream vodka? I know exactly how you feel. Also, we should hang out more.
Nevertheless, Spring! Sunshine and fewer clothes and even more opportunities to tap into the neverending prana, the unstoppable flow of life energy bursting forth like an orgasmic lawn sprinkler all over the world. You want to focus on the negative and the bleak? Spin stories of suffering and limitation? That’s easy. There’s plenty. I know how it is. Me, I’m going for the bliss. Somehow. Anyhow.
After all, as the wise ones say, the Rapture is available in every moment, every breath, every pulse and lick and spasm, tension and pain and release. Your divine wake-up call is a mere inhale/exhale away. You just gotta know where to look. Or maybe, stop looking.
Cidananda, my love. Have at it, wholly and true.
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