You reminded me of a photograph that was taken of me a few years ago Andy. I saw the spiritually grotesque manifesting through my face and where the light caught my forehead, a big white cross. Open, you've made me aware that there are no intermediaries or archetypes a soul can ultimately hold on to, although the presence of the Holy Spirit gave me so much comfort at that time. Whilst we're navigating a life and body, be it atop a mountain or down the local precinct, we're subject to spiritual corruption and soul snags. The only abode and solution is pure and empty presence. People and situations come and go, some flavoured by play, others danger, we learn our lessons and do God's work. Like a mobius strip of enlightenment/unenlightenment, a person might flip back and forth, identity, delusion, stupidity, they're still on the path. My greatest joy right now, is witnessing my interest, in anything, just falling away. And life is like a dream, like a dance, and I am just a character.

StarZ