I’m not even certain of the path I’m on. When I was 15 I was beginning to but still had a head full of wonders and possibilities, then at thirty I’d had my heart-broken by this and that and my dreams weren’t quite what they were, then at fifty my whole life fell apart and I had an awakening and some kind of miraculous spirit experience which sent me off on another tangent again and something feels very right yet I have nothing I’d call certainty which seems to be what life’s journey truly is all about and so I’m getting a little closer to spiritual ecstasy and some sense of transcendence and I can say that pure love is most likely the only certainly at least until I reach the next level and leave this one.
Peace fellow travellers.
