Hello dears,   Holy fucking shit.     I could probably begin and end here, signed xRikke.     There are so many threads I could pull out that might all have meaningful offshoots,  do I write about my sacred rage for the world? do I write about the holy rebellion and resistance to the powers that seek to exploit and dominate and oppress? Do I write about the tenderness of grief and the cracking open even and especially now? Do I write to my women and survivors in this community  who like...

I always wonder about the thinning of the veils in the dark months, and the medicine of the dark in general, as a doorway into the subtle worlds. In the Dzogchen lineage of advanced Tibetan Buddhism, practitioners utilize dark room retreats as a technology of recognition of the non-dual state, and apparently so did the ancient Egyptians, Mayans and Taoists in their own ways. The Kogi people of Columbia raise their spiritual leaders in dark caves from birth, to commune with a hidden dimension...

This is always the most culturally curious time of year of me. We are in the dark and holy days, all of nature is conspiring to pull us inwards, to attend to the unseen and subtle dimensions, and yet modernity has designed this time to be the most accelerated, most manically social, most avoidant and dissociative, and most desperately consumerist.     Perhaps it is that way by design. People retracting into candlelight and finding god in their bodies in the nothingness of darkness and fire...