COMING OUT “I am gay. I am straight. I am lesbian, bisexual, transsexual, transgender. I am a man, I am a woman, and everything in-between. I am a Christian, a Jew, a Hindu, a Buddhist, a Muslim, a Sikh, a humanist, a pagan, a satanist. I am an agnostic, an atheist, a nihilist, a dualist and a non-dualist, a believer, a non-believer… I am the space for laughter, tears, agony and ecstasy, the most ecstatic bliss and the most profound heartbreak, despair and disillusionment. I am the space for the wonderful dreams, the terrible nightmares, memories, visions and the most creative manifestations of light. All thoughts, all stories, all concepts, all sensations, all possible feelings, human and animal, vegetable and mineral, pass through me, arise out of me, and fall back into me… I am Consciousness itself. I am what you are. I am coming out as Love.” ~Jeff Foster

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“Children coming forth today have a greater capacity to deal with the greater variety of information that is coming forward than you did. They deliberately are coming forth into this environment where there is more to contemplate. This generation gap that you are talking about, it has ever been thus. Each new generation, every new individual, that comes forth, is coming with you having prepared a different platform for them to proceed from. There is this thing that gets in the way of that that says, “I’m the parent. I got here first. I know more than you do.” From the children’s perspective, and from the purity of their Nonphysical Perspective, what they are saying is, “You’re the parent. You got here first. You prepared a platform that I am leaping off from — and my leap will be beyond anything that you have ever known.” ~Abraham

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“What if the fortress walls tumbled down? yes, the real ones and the ones imagined, and what if — instead — they formed foot-paths through the truth of our own, inner primeval forest with barred owl calls calling to us as we place one foot in front of the other taking one step and contemplating the next until we find rhythm with our own breath? the paces that grace us would lead us — just footsteps these well-worn stones — would lead us home. and… what if cathedrals of our hopes and fears built up and fortified over hundreds of years — these too would come down and make pavers instead of saviors to mark the way through our own forest — one day?” ~Unknown

Artwork- Dan May

Art by Dan May