Nothing’s better than a char-grilled hot dog; especially with mustard, chili, cheese and jalapenos, on a cold winter’s night. The next best thing, could involve, you, kicked back in your favorite burgundy corduroy recliner, with a few rowdy friends, live-and in action, on Super Bowl Sunday, throwing back some cool ones and munching on nachos and cheese. It all depends upon what’s important to you, as it constitutes relaxation-recreation-pleasure as sheer simple enjoyment. Life’s many varied pleasurable experiences are suppose to bring spontaneous celebrated fun! Whatever works for you needs no explanation or permission.

In mid July, who can deny the ultimate joy filled experience of the salty cool ocean rhythmically rolling over your hot sand blistered feet? Something so simple, yet so, exclusively rewarding! We thrive on those unsuspecting occasions when the tender turbulence of the moment showers us with instantaneous refreshing delight. WE love it! We look forward to it. We want those memorable times to continue. But, then, emerges the awful barren stretch, when nothing short of winning the lottery or obtaining a Gold Medal in the Olympics could rouse us from our inexplicable state of absolute despair. What changed? How did this abysmal state of depression overwhelm us so unsuspectingly and miserably? It happens in the precarious hour we begin to interpret (measure) the condition of our lives. We inaccurately gauge our success or failure by a flippant standard superimposed upon us by conditioned voices we have accumulated over a lifetime and by obnoxious others who we inappropriately deem (assume) are further along the golden path than we are.

We fall long and hard in to the pit of ‘uncomely disgrace’ that we alone have subjected our penitent minds to. We beg for forgiveness beneath the wailing wall of self-generated pity, self-regurgitated loathing and self-actualized contempt. We no longer laugh. Hell, we don’t even crack a smile in the run of a day simply because we feel there is nothing worthy of smiling for or at. We end up angry at the ‘way things have turned out’ but instead of recognizing the obvious offense, we bury our selves in the bed of contemptible demise. IF another, dare cross our sour path, we either irrationally lament or personally attack the unwanted intruder for showing up in our bitterly imbedded unforgiving face. Our next logical spiraling descent is to look for an easy escape (the first and most conveniently viable way to subdue (numb) our emotional porous wounds). “Doctor here we come give me the drugs!”

But, how long can we stay anesthetized? We KNOW we cannot continue to walk around as a crazed virulent zombie disconnected and discounted. How, then, can we possibly rejoin the land of the living with renewed vigor, dignified self-worth, and enthusiastic joy? By/through a gut-splitting, mind-searing, heart-ripping authentic face-to-face, no holds barred, confrontation into our relationship with the universe. Nothing else will suffice! It’s an all or nothing deal for real. A ‘butt naked in the rain’, loss of personal identification will be experienced as we shred to pieces the expectations, ideas, hopes, aspirations, measuring stick for success and failure, life-attitudes, conditioned mind-set and customary values of others, long since involuntarily deposited in us.

We will rent the veil of presuppositions where our prior life is concerned. Interpersonal relationships will shake, rattle and roll through the individual metamorphosis. Deeply, disguised, subjectively projected issues which have lain dormant in the subconscious rise up as a fiery malnourished dragon ready to demolish any obstacle animate or inanimate which prevents his freedom to fly. No superficial resolves will be accepted or tolerated. The burden of subjugated pretense has run its unfavorable course. It’s less like a field of potential seeds which were planted years prior to the uprising of the depressive episodes. Seeds which carry unimaginable repressed talent and creative artistic ability. The enormous roots to these seeds have grown to such epic proportions, the very life-force is choked off until the trees and fruits are allowed to manifest in fullness.

Nowhere is there room for evaluation of what the power of the gifts entail. Speculative analysis is cast aside for natural and convenient flowering. In other words, the cosmic form of you has arrived. High time to introduce yourself to him or her! Along with the unmistakable form a specific process for actualization is connected. The suspicious and unlikely method of this sacred process may, at first, seem strikingly strange and dubiously unlikely. And, yet with these uncelebrated avenues of appearance, the definitive door of self-discovery opens wide. Your evolutionary development, as an actualized human being of divine origin, including the selected purpose for existing on earth, establishes and maintains itself in advancing ideas and almost unbelievable solutions.

At this point, you are likely to respond, “But, I can’t possibly make a leap into the unknown parts of myself like that.” Oh! But, you can and will. The serendipitous occasions have grown to such gigantic and reoccurring proportions, the absurdity of your resisting and denying the path of sublime sensual artistic sexuality’s expression becomes ludicrous. “Sexuality is the highest form of spirituality available to mankind.” (MODE of Cosmic Therapy © 1989) Now you stand at the pivotal crossroads where you either evolve and ascend through the intolerable crises or depart from the sanctified nearness until another vulnerable descent brings you once again face to face to the demon of self-doubt and denigrating fear of loss. In reality, you can’t keep stumbling into yourself without making the shift to accept the divine agreement of self-preservation.

Isn't it just about time to cease making plans to do something productive with your life, while at the same time, you are bitterly disgusted with the imitative menu? Follow your unprecedented passion! Forget about how much trouble that may cause. Simply jump into the air, wave your hands in spectacular wonder while you let out a piercing coyote yell for good measure.