How can I smile at how I feel today - unsettled, out of sorts, discombobulated, sad, scared - lots of some really old stuff rising up - attachment, aversion, confusion. I feel Troma Nakmo dakini breathinginto me, breathing me, rising up with fury through my central channel only to dive back down with skullcup and chopknife devouring this fragile ego self. HA! HA! HEE! HEE! Blood dripping from her lips, she snorts with glee. And I am still here.
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I’m grateful you’re here, Ellen. ❤️