This is going to be short as I am up in the middle of the night.
The primal rage is coursing through me. So much like a tsunami or a hurricane in the pathway of my breathing, there is such anguish down-stepping through the ring. through the interface with separation consciousness, the loss of union, the anger, betrayal/abandonment, Shame/guilt, entrapment. All the flavors of the fall. And in my breath I must say yes to it all, and the no current is stubbornly holding on though I floated in deep darkness in the flotation tank today feeling so much. I thought it was enough to let me sleep tonight, but the size of the monster rage no current, raging against the agony of the assault of separation forces is shredding me again. This is how I am up at this hour.
Oh dear God, May I become the zero-point field of God in form that is the answer to this most violent storm, the softness of exquisite all embracing sweet singularity that appeases all in its loving embrace. And in this ultimate embrace, may the living light rise supreme throughout all my body lifting all dead-light code into the organic living light of spirit dancing victorious liberation within matter.