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I would like to take the time to recommend the Wim Hof method. The link to the official site is here: although one can learn the method by viewing many Wim Hof demonstrations on You Tube in addition to

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"There was a time when the earth was only a nebulous mass whose particles were scattered far apart through the expanding force of heat; when she had not yet attained her definiteness of form and had

Established in 2013 The Pop has been a labor of love. If anyone is ever in Kaohsiung City Taiwan, do stop by. _____ __________________ __________ ___ ___ ___ _____ _________ (

Hey Steemit friends, I'm sorry, I guess I am doing this a bit after-the-fact, but as a new Steemit user I am still learning the ropes. I’ve had my account for a little over a month, but just started adding

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How did I get here? A lifetime of dreaming. Drawn endlessly by my resistance. My ego choir. Thunderous clamor. Fixer. Controller. And the lot. Acceptance proved to be the undoing. The sweater unknitted

I return to my origins. From where I came in summers light. The land of the Cree people before us. The settlers. Farmers. Hardiest of souls. The sun returns in spring to greet my flesh and bones with life.

Promises of a soft path textured with sensation gives way to shards of history. Shadows sharpen. Cutting in places that are slow to repair. The fight ensues. Predictable. Strong as an oxen my phantom solitude.

The obvious stands with the presence of a Brahma bull. Such weight. That oxen. Baroque fortress. Shocking recognition of what isn’t real. The self steps out. Hammering aorta. Shallow breath. The aliveness

The smell of used book shops with creaky chairs. Diagrams of movement. Mind. It must be through some relative thing that the truth lies. Where to look? What to believe? Foucault or Krishnamurti? Hesse’s

What is the catalyst for our spiritual evolution? What pebble finally grinds to a halt the gears of selfish-prophecy, entrapment and laundered fear? Can we know the who that is seeking and for what we

Meditation is challenging and especially in the beginning when we have little clue of what is supposed to happen or how on earth we could ever not be immersed within our thoughts. One would think to take

When I began to view life as a kind of journey within a multidimensional landscape, I started to look seriously into the many layers of interior space that I inhabit and the complex external ideas being

__ ______ I was living in Montreal in 2005 when I decided to go to Asia to work as a teacher and to pay off student loans and see a bit of the world. Not having a definite country in mind, I began to research