Journeying through secret doors, curving corridors, and connecting rooms into the mountain was like being digested by the different organs of a deity.

The journey of the soul is a vast, interconnected web, a meshwork of beings that are all working out their individual karmas in a collective gumbo, retaining the special flavor in each bite of life. But, the mystery of where we're going, in terms of whether we're going to have a planet that's worth living on after we finish abusing it, whether we'll wake up in time and stop ruining the water, land and skies is a big question mark.

The creative principle is less about dogma and more about opening ourselves to the evolution of consciousness.

Do solemnly swear to love, honor and obey my soul, my path to realization and relationship with a higher, deeper creative power, for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, from now and forever more.

Life is a wave of creative consciousness rippling through space and time that we have the honor of aesthetically surfing.

The cosmos is evolving toward greater self-reflection, allowing us to open the eye of Spirit and see our source.

Folks who are alive today need to wake up and do what they can to stop abusing the planet, and find ways to preserve the web of life. That's where the soul is headed. It is time for us to become wounded healers.