There is this amazing dance between inbtentions and the now, folding and unfolding, reaching and returning, burning steady, yet shifting with tides deeper than I can understand.

Putting a whole heart into each step, and thinking its ridiculous all the while.

We crossed the country, and had negative dollars till I argued long enough to get some fees removed. then we have enough to not close the account.

We received a ride and corssed america in two days flat. I'd love to love the middle. I truly want to find the magics there. I haven't, yet.

And just in time to meet, for the second time in two years, Benji, at the headwaters of mount shasta. He pointed us up the hill, for a yearly sweat gathering in panther meadows. We made it just in time.

Days later, and we are by the buddha hole. It is strong and clear, a little glacier cold, and ... REAL.

two weeks. We were strong enough to wlak to town when we needed to. Seven miles is easier than it used to be.

Now we are in Santa Cruz. We are closer to the Now, closer to a flow that rises out of trauma, and fear.

Given each thing we need, and learning to not need the things that we want, that do not come.

When angels watch this closely... trusting Love becomes gold

And I am very wealthy.

I was born Daniel. Now I am Kaiya. This isn't contradictory to me, though it is...interesting.

The hardest thing about being me, is that I have looked at enough confusion and pain to fill many lifetimes, and I live in an era that is hiding its collectiver head in the sand, asking questions about age old truths that we have a vested interest in forgetting.

Wait, back up, feel now...

I have been writting for many years now, page after page after page of visceral truths. I've been living much of my inner world outloud, online. this has built my sense that I am pioneering. I have a deep value to share as much as I can of how I am, so I do not mislead...

Whether or not you follow is your choice. There are plenty of ways I follow, beyond count. there is one in which I am... putting myself out here, .

hello.

The cyhanges that are coming demand we turn our strengths into coils of love, ready to spring when touched, like the string of an angels harp.

the changes we are in, as the light lines of an energetic dawn awaken us from a collective sleep of dimensions beyond my comprehension...

I'm justy beginning to blink...

And several nights ago I had a dream that my laptop got a brail attachement, and I couls 'still' write my deepest truths as they unfold, here online... with braille.

I don't want to go that way.

So this marks a turning point. I'm beginning to open my eyes, and it feels great. I nheed to follow this opening, and receed from the writting. I need some deeper boundaries.

I intend to see again.

fully, openinly, joyfull, full of colors and pose and smiles and honesty and all the little things I have been missing in a lifetime full of shields and blur.

Back to the woods we be.