The Cost of the Trance

What has been gained from the trance of separateness? The trance of superiority? The trance of individualism? The trance of containment and control? The trance of I, me, mine?

What has been lost? What has been the cost?

What if it all stops?

Bayo Akomolafe speaks to this, as this. What is here without a sense of being contained by story, by narrative, by history. By separateness, by individualism, by linear thinking, by past and future.

There is a possibility to drop even deeper, open as the awareness that it is all moving in, moving as. Open as love.