inner history:
as a perpetual foreigner and a comfortably open human being, when i was sick of constantly being asked to explain what i am, and why i am one way or another, and where I got my ideas, i became aware that i was none of the things words could convey: I am

when at age 10 i wanted religious paradigms that worked, i distilled the essence of my catholicism to a less complex, and, for me, more functional Consciousness/Holy Spirit/SelflessEnthusiasm, to find my actions being carried (out) by Christ when reflective quick-'prayer' allowed me to define the False notion (from ego/overthinking/analysis) to lovingly set aside

compassionately feeling the suffering of others over even my own for a while, i was in so much suffering, that i learned that pain withOUT suffering is the only way out

during adolescence, when i was taught not to trust myself to be a constant, i put one certain role model on a pedestal; i made an image of her being an inextricable piece of my identity, and she made an utterly unchanging identity for me; that was painful to grow out of, and a Great Teaching

having witnessed infinite teachings to which i became more and more present, in my 20’s now, i feel that acceptance is everywhere except where i sought it – it is within me!

thriving and experiencing liberation in Teachings where master and student are inter-exchangeable names, and i am/we are One with the realization of the Teaching, the Bliss is addictive and it’s hard to believe I already know all i need to know to do right right NOW

when, in disbelief, leaping to different ‘points’ of view, enthusiastically displaying the uselessness of consequence-based reasoning, my behavior tires many who wish for me to save them/myself and conclude something based on choosing one way of reasoning over the others; however, i find it pleases me, playful as i am (if i stop in time) to describe my own Awakening: death to the Infallibility of reasoning

this bubbly behavior, or: transparent reflection, energizes those ready to Celebrate themselves and need to ride my train of thought to see how futile thought is, and how we all think it’s fascinating, but that there is always another side to a story, and we can think forever and forget to Be

when not standing at any point of view, i enjoy the Vibe that past and future movements leave in my body and listen to the tones, for harmony or disharmony with the silence and the world around me

Silent Practice is my Greatest Teacher- pure pleasure and intention; even before the amazing world of human Connection, must come Authenticity