Layers upon layers falling apart.

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It's such a fucking practice, having belief when belief exists to be shattered. The endless shaping of our soul. personally prayer, once such a dirty word has transcended into action for me, when i harvest, draw, practice my medicine. in this I can be in conversation with the mystery and magic of this amazing world and all the amazing thins in it.

Meanwhile wow! the incredible injustice and suicidal /evil of our civilization!! and what fragmented chaos. what a ride. and what grief. certainly helpful for pushing oneself out of liminal time.

Work right now. in conversation with the invisible worlds while moving my hands and body. prayers for the elders, sending thoughts and blessings and hoping for reconciliation and reconnection of their legacy.

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