This morning I woke up from an intense dream; a nightmare if you will.
The dream goes, that I returned to America to do someone a favor. Everything seemed organized. I stayed with my friends and my kung fu teacher loaned me a car. So far so good.
But the car, a Subaru, turned out to be a wild Mustang. Imagine….
I like to compare my life to one gigantic breath with birth being the start of the inhale, midlife the pinnacle of the breath and death being the final outbreath.
Within that gigantic breath cycle are many smaller pulsations of course. Think the major periods of life like childhood, teenage years, adulthood and so on.
Then think cycles of the seasons, the week, the day down to the cycle of the individual breath of your body.
Stepping into the unknown in life, into an empty space is uncomfortable even for most of us even the best trained yogis.
I call that empty space The Void.
We have all been there.
The void is usually a time when…
It all started one winter morning in Germany. I was sitting on the floor of the make shift room in my parents’ house.
I sat and I contemplated.
I sat and waited.
I knew something had been off more months but I don’t know what it was. I knew something big was about to go down but I couldn’t put my finger on what it might be.
Sitting and waiting the vision came.