I seem to be a good teacher, lover, friend, healer, salesman, manager, hope fiend, intuitive, writer, remover of irrelevancy, inspirer, spirit commissioner, evolutionary agent, shaman/charalatan, swami, and conniver. The process of worth-doing that is moving through the pattern integrity I call my body seems to dictate that I pull as many people through the portals as I possibly can. This pattern integrity has not received information at this time as to why it should do this or from where to where. I do take this directive to heart. The process has also dictated that "sex is where you heal from" (these directive have no problem ending their sentences with a preposition), that I am best guided through my dreams, that I am capable of channeling intense and fine frequencies no matter how I try to convince myself that I can't, that thoughts can be sent out into the universe and be returned to their original transmitter, that cosmic fishing is doable, and that it is easy to brush against Bucky's brain.
I can, will and am realizing a yoga studio that honors the abundance that this pattern integrity holds and transmits.