can't find you on facey:)

hiya kat, is this the only way to contact you? Be good to catch up. been a while, you still in bristol?

People are hard things to be relied upon. Unreliable things. When I struggle to find helpful people, I cast every ounce of my despair into a project. I channel myself into a book, a song, or into an instrument of some kind. Like your videos. I will guess that they could become a way to communicate your world-view to the world. To share your wisdom. Through that ambition, the world often brings me to people (and people toward me) who can truly be of help. Through those endeavours I find I am found.

I think you are already affecting change. All those overlapping moments of awareness. Moments when we are convinced that it is some force fuelled by paranoia... that's our *self* trying to make us aware of the world. The power to see the connections. Patterns. Many people feel this same feeling, but they walk around with closed hearts - with far less awareness than you have. Their spirit hurts, but they are not *yet* able to truly identify the source of the pain of living in this way. The power we have to change, not the world itself - which you know is impossible unless through action - but instead to change our own way of seeing. To convince ourselves of anything is to have faith. The difference between faith and delusion is merely an outside perspective. I feel like that power we possess can be used against us at the times, it is driven down into the heart like a spear. We need help sometimes to allow it to flow outwards to stop the spiral. Beginning to see the world as a safer place is a leap of faith after trauma. In moments of crisis we often call out for a mother figure. It is so natural to want that to be our own. But the world around us and beyond us is the true force that nurtures and feeds us. But there is also a need to break free from the harm that being *entirely* nurtured; and not being able to thrive alone and feed yourself with what you desire, will do. It smothers. The umbilical noose. We have, throughout our lives, stretched out our own wings, so to speak. But where we haven't succeeded, we also haven't been supported in the right way and so there was a bruise when we fell but we got no hug to heal it. So the bruises have lingered. Not every flight ends up in a better place, as free as they make us feel. We need to accept the failures as an experience that the universe values highly and carry on individually attempting to find a kind space for ourselves. And find ways to be kinder to ourselves. None of this is advice, just my own thoughts from listening and being touched by your honestly, clarity and natural awareness. I hope that hearing my words helps a little. Walk in light, Ben.

Please ... get through <3

I'm looking for you, K... Please take care, and if you want to give news, or meet anywhere ... I added you on FB. Tibo, frenchie you met in Australia :)

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When the sun catches on the edges of things, it brings your focus. The same with rain. It changes the colour and tone of the world. The majesty is inside us, the world is a mirror.

I feel this strongly. Although, I have not yet met my flame in the 3d. Do you have a blog where you write? It would be good to read your ideas. You are very awakened.

It's hard to know what is right and even harder to work out what is wrong. You seem very conflicted.