shopping mall melt down the sales are on but nothing is really saved, we just spend more time wandering around in hypnagogic states, seduced by glamour with the rest of the post xmas zombie hordes but we have a mission here, four hours pass like four minuets when you enter this world of artificial lights, intrusive symbols driving their way into your unconscious, strange food, conversational edited down to the lowest common denominator.
not a place for the spirit.
i do make some headway into my book, 'the language of emotions' has taken a turn for the better, it was a good start but now the author has entered a shamanic realm, she see's trauma as initiation, often at the wrong time, place and context but none the less it's an initiation process. it's the hero's journey the mythological aspect that connects us to the primal dna need for ritual, death healing and rebirth.
civilisation is in trauma and we have mostly adopted two ways to deal with it, suppression or expression, each of these do not honour the emotions attached to the trauma and without the resolution of this process the trauma has to repeat itself, in

1. separation from the world
2. death

trauma repeats until the third stage can be processed.

3. being welcomed as an initiated person.

but in order to reach the final stage one needs to have let the emotion flow and understand the information it carries.

i love this book because it affirms what i already know. i know this from my personal healing, i know this from my explorations and i know this intuitively. i want my friends to read this book, i want the people i love to heal and be free and i want to welcome them when they are.