How fragile our fleshbound bodies

But sometimes you have to go, trade your heart for bones to know.

We cannot simply sit and stare at our wounds forever. We must stand up and move on to the next action.

Fall in love when you are ready, not when you are lonely.

Carve your pumpkins sweep the floors..
sing songs of your ancestors, unlock the doors
tell stories by the candle’s light ..
for death dances along side us tonight.
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Reality is inconceivable without an experiencing subject, without an ego. It is the product of the exterior world, of the sender and of a receiver, an ego in whose deepest self the emanations of the exterior world, registered by the antennae of the sense organs, become conscious. If one of the two is lacking, no reality happens, no radio music plays, the picture screen remains blank.

The so-called ‘Black Sheep’ of the family are, in fact, seekers of liberation roads for the family tree. Those members of the tree who do not adapt to the rules or traditions of the family system, those who were constantly seeking to revolutionize beliefs, going in contrast to roads marked by family traditions, those criticized, tried and even rejected, those, by General, they are called to release the tree of repetitive stories that frustrate entire generations.

The 'Black Sheep’, those who do not adapt, those who scream rebel, repair, detoxify and create a new and blooming branch… countless unfulfilled desires, unfulfilled dreams, frustrated talents of our ancestors manifest themselves in their rebellion looking to take place .

The family tree, by inertia, will want to continue to maintain the castrating and toxic course of its trunk, which makes its task difficult and conflicting… that no one makes you doubt, take care of your 'rarity’ as the most precious flower of Your Tree.
You are the dream of all your ancestors.