Writing, My Rite of Passage.
One cold day this last winter season as I stood on the terrace soaking up the sun, my attention was drawn to the demolition of a building right next to ours. Noise and dust pollution at its worst. The end result of all of this discomfort and hardship is going to show up as a fancy high-rise building. So, its going to end well, anyway! This transported my mind to another kind of construction as I continued to take in at all the activity absent mindedly now: The Birth of New Soul Stories. I became excited and dreamy. I am the kind of person who sees Life as a Metaphor. I am quite convinced everything in life happening on the "outside" is a metaphor for whatever is happeing "inside". We know the world "without" is one of effect and an outpicture of what is going on "within". I could'nt help thinking "this must be reflecting my own soul work". A deconstruction of my own false self (ego/programs) is definitely taking place. It w