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Red-Line
RED LINE
Here’s what I think:
I have no idea whether anyone is still out there listening, as I’ve been gone from the site for a while. My life went into red-line (maximum revolutions), in a good way, and I began to manifest at such high speed that I couldn’t bring it down to words.
The last six months have been pregnant with lessons, as a mother, as a woman, as a teacher, and as a human being. Perhaps I will begin to talk about it soon.
We need to know when life is making enormous shifts, and we need to flow with it and try to avoid any impediment to these changes. We are stepping up to higher education, cosmic understanding, gifts from heaven, and although it will probably cause fear and discomfort, we need to go towards the storm with every effort possible.
In the midst of this mud of disorder is the treasure. The gold of finding your true self is in the dark hole. There is nothing neat and clean about this. It’s hard, it’s high, it’s tactile, it’s sensual, it’s agonizing and it grips your mask and rips it off and cleanses your soul and you get a look at essence rather than man-made.
In the lifetime of Phyllis Toby Malkin Cohen, I’ve died and been re-born many times. So have all of you. It’s like a ride at Coney Island. Hold on, scream it out and have the time of your life. Dig your teeth in and feel it.
Love this thought: LIFE IS NOT MEASURED BY THE NUMBER OF BREATHS WE TAKE, BUT BY THE MOMENTS THAT TAKE OUR BREATH AWAY.
Pass it along.
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