Marathoners on their last leg, or anyone pushing through walls of self-imposed limitation experience an euphoria, the "runner's high". We live for those ecstatic thrills induced by extreme pleasure, while being absorbed by one or by an orchestral interplay of all five senses, the spirit-mind-body troika intensified.

ENDORPHINATION is so much more
than an organic, neurotransmitter cocktail of stimulated peptide hormones.

Sunday, July 21, 2013

8 of Cups:
Under the auspice of the full moon @ 1 Aquarius, deep stirrings compel the soul to put aside, depart from what once provided comfort and contentment. The concretization that comes about through sentimental attachment to tribal dynamics, the secure (yet tenuous) sense of belonging, being accepted as member of a group no longer has lasting appeal.  A formless ideal is beckoning from unchartered horizons, promising  more in the way of enrichment, spiritual nourishment.

Ancient incantations, invocations are being whispered across landscapes now riddled by delusional designs filling up desperate, empty spaces. The soul wants to exit edifice artifice that stores the merchandized buying and selling of commodity fetishes.  Being sold a bill of goods keeps one enslaved to surreptitious commerce spiraling hopelessly in unnatural rinse and repeat cycles.

It is neither a renunciation of conviviality nor fond fellowship of stimulating exchange that is being abandoned, altogether.  Rather, formulation of a new sustainable world once shared with others in lofty conceptualization has propelled an impetus to seek and find where noble enterprise is becoming a realization. Endeavors that once required one to be a placeholder, a cocooning crucible of transformation within  proscribed places are now complete. It is finished. Commit thy spirit to an even higher purpose of apotheosis.

There is a bold quixotic yearning, indeed, to dare "to dream the impossible dream" awake and alive like never before.  New kith and kin eagerly await your arrival.  Bid fond farewell and gratitude to old acquaintances. Forget them not, for they were conveyances that transported one to this pivotal crossroads on the soul's path toward transfiguration. ~ Jost

"The untold want by life and land ne'er granted,
Now, voyager, sail thou forth, to seek and find." ~ Whitman

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