There’s something I have to make perfectly clear: by good guys, I mean tough sons of bitches with an impeccable moral code, standing up for what’s right.
Long ago, the story of Salome and John the Baptist was recorded in the Bible. Legend tells that she performed the Dance of the Seven Veils for her stepfather, King Herod, on his birthday. This pleased him, and he gave an oath that she could ask him for whatever she wished. She consulted ...
You will shine a light in the very darkest places and make peace with your demons. You will quickly learn what is truly good in life, and worth celebrating.
In finding balance, whether in a person or in a society, it is important that we strike a balance -- between yin and yang, feminine and masculine, receptivity and activity -- regardless of which gender we conform to (or not). It is in this balance that we become whole human beings.
I reached my threshold of silent witnessing. I could feel my voice open up. Instinctively came my roaring defender and protector, saying: Fuck you for not acting with integrity. Fuck you for not taking responsibility. Fuck you for hurting me. Fuck you for manipulating me. Fuck you for not being ...
Why do we believe that we are not in our fullest potential when we are experiencing our human nature of expansion? Why do we judge our cravings for newness as wrong, as if we have somehow failed on our paths if we are not satisfied?