You’ve made it through the valence; nothing is good or bad.
You enter the next membrane.
You decide you love everything. You become a spiritual adult.
You find yourself amid the unsavory, doing the opposite of what normal people do.
Only those with enough experience in their tool belt will understand.
The feminine says, “Good luck! You’re the one who knows. Dive in. Learn to swim. Adult swim.”
All you have is your wits and your experience. There’s no big daddy in the sky, or in the church. You’re on your own, with only your pure desire and belief that all things self-liberate. If you use your particular skills to facilitate that, to abet liberation, the growth is exponential. You can use all your gusto to foster the naturally occurring.
From there, the deep practitioners want to cross the line you do not cross. Not others’ but your own. The off-the-shelf rules you’ve held tight since time immemorial that are facsimiles of you, that your blueprint is asking you to cross.
Know this: No one comes back. They don’t come back because this realm is pure play. They touch the part that knows it is incorruptible.
If you want to give someone the greatest gift, keep pointing to that thing that’s incorruptible inside.
This is where you start to build the gravity of what is true. You lean into this knowing, like when you learn to lean into a balancing pose in yoga:
all things self-liberate, you are incorruptible.