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what could it mean when somebody mentions “unsettling peace”. Hmmmm. A moment of frightening freedom to just purely be? A moment where your ego is its pinnacle of fear in sacrificing itself to the truth? Like a class A Freudian defence mechanism I quickly snatched my consciousness away from the ocean of potential, I needed to censor myself in order to defend whom I was. fight or flight reactions. Empirically observing a phenomena in which I could find no explanation, my opposite in the process of co creating her fate lifted for me with all of her spiritual strength, the veil of Maya. It was far too difficult for the rational hemisphere to comprehend so it was immediately dumped to be recycled and classified as unsolved……but is there actually anything to ”solve”. Is it supposed to be understood? Or does the very essence of the moment only exist as it is? Ultimately is that what she was trying to show me? in a paradox , the failed attempt at lifting the veil inherently was the answer to lifting it. the rational hemisphere justified its own pathway to irrationality. As the magma settled to reveal an island that erupted from the emptiness, the chalice spilt a thousand souls, an emptying of pre-conceptualized selves to make way for something even more miraculous…..a newborn of the aquarium perhaps? A newborn integral self perhaps? What sort of seed did I plant to finally adhere to such a spontaneous birth? What did I stir beneath the surface to cause this island of potential to call forth its own creation. The mending process between juxtapositions that is seemingly inescapable no matter how much we tend to cling on. “squeeze sand harder and it slips between your fingers faster”. and everything is as it should be on a cold brisk night on……..