Ego death and awakening is tough. I feel so trapped in this skin, choked by the energies surrounding me perpetuated by our society. There is so much suffering. I myself am so blessed, but I still feel the suffering. I feel the anger too. My body is not suffering, it has no reason to be angry, yet I feel it just the same. I’m trying to transmute it, to allow myself to feel it and let it go. Early in my awakening, I decided to open all of the doors and let it all in. Perhaps a stupid mistake, but I had no fear. I still don’t.

Am I Jesus? No. I’m just a piece of dust pretending to be a human named Matt. Few understand this. I barely do. Understanding is a distraction from Wisdom anyway. Yet still we suffer, and God continues to ask me why we suffer. I don’t have a good answer, God. Makes for a better story I guess.