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Advent of Suppression

After required Thanksgiving Day and depressing night I awoke surprised by release into ego-homelessness. What could sad night despairs mean? Reiterating loss of grateful identity mysteriously disappearing through this habitat's coldly absent roof of sacred grace space. Why would capital depression, RightBrain suppression and historic patriarchal suppression suddenly gang up more gracefully, less threateningly, on ZeroZone ego-homelessness freely chosen before rudely thrown out for lack of paternal place. RightBrain fullness of soul remains ZeroZen timeless re-identification with one empty homeless side without exterior shelter. But, for how long could eternity reweave temporary housed DNA souls becoming Earth's healthy resilient lifeline? Advent invites homeless nurturing adventures into matriarchal kindness, silent advances into wildly blind blizzards binding sun's enchanting rainbow promise watering returns to Earth's temporary spring sanctuary refueling DNA's homeless yet robust absence of perpetually living boundaries Toward, rather than against, Earth's healthy wealth future identity transgenerating transubstantiating temporary sanctuaries in humane health-identity space, Earth's co-arising sacred time of ego's non-sectarian summer for ecology's ecstatic climate climax. Mutually homeless failing falling theology pilgrims, EgoYang and EcoYin polypathic souls overshadowed by Earth's great green sanctuary assigned to re-study timeless regenetic root systems playing WinWin ZeroSoul revolutionary games for homeless trusted identity, sheltering from wildly wounded wandering within chronic asylum anxiety, Lost in lonely inside forests quaking, outside breaking patriarchal fake-sanctuary voices inside cooperative matriarchal wombing choices. A lot of cold windy Dad talk trumped in each infant WinWin womb by Mom's resolute inside nutritional walk. Homeless ego child re-connecting inside this eco-womb, preparing to journey home again by sacred light of wintry advent's dawn After thanksgiving days and depressing night re-awakening surprise of ego's wandering health-rooted adventurous soul revolution dawning in darkest brights.

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Date: 12/11/2018 12:12:00 PM
More of a lonely winter hang out to fight my annual season of deep dark depression with some hope for peaceful revolution, redemption rewoven into new songs, revised stanzas, reviewed choices, returned movements, both sacred and non-sectarian.
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Date: 12/10/2018 10:34:00 PM
very interesting...so, after a difficult 'thanksgiving' eh...sounds like a hangover : )
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