Science offers no solace for the trauma of the living. I abandon myself to the wisdom of my people, with anxious fears and hopes. There are certain oracles who claim that healing comes as an act of will, that impassioned expressions have a healthy physiological response. I believe this. I am also my own salvation.
Reason has no place here.
There are messages of mythic realities etched in the sunken sands of a collective, yet individual Atlantis. Emotional discovery is the archaeological exhumation of a civilization suspended in disaster. It is the release of a kaleidoscope of passion. The intuitive awareness of self and spirit, of religion and reality, roll and blend with fluid grace like liquid elements of an elixir that purges dis-ease. I have learned to let free every emotion, from those that come in whispers to those that come in howls.