I’ve just returned from an intensive Scientists, Mystics and Sages conference in Albuquerque, and am on fire with enthusiasm and expansion. Infinite possibility resides in the quantum field of potential energy, and all this is available in a nanosecond of chosen awareness, yet I have already forgotten the baseline mantra: calm, center, breathe.
Our unseen, habitual energy is what equines read with aplomb. They insist on the real deal; the full enchilada of unity between heart and brain. I am needy and want an instant hit of recognition from Geronimo. Equines don’t operate this way. If there is no immediate danger, there is no rush. I am not embodying their fundamental cornerstone of communal confidence because I feel special…Look at me, I’m back, come surround me in adoration! My pleading emotional energy is ignored because it is entirely foreign to the herd. Their school of tough love does not understand such human ME-ism.
Chief, our badass mule, tells me I have a unique energetic blueprint, but am not more special than anyone else, equines inclusive. He says I need to manage my individual needs within the context of the whole, and taking things personally will only lead me down the path of depressive narcissism. Chief is starting to irritate me even more than Geronimo. These guys are spiritual/psychological drill instructors.