I make my way through this world using an acute sensory system I’ve spent decades fine-tuning. It’s a primordial knowing, the ability to feel the energy as it rises and moves through me.

The Age of Eros represents a fundamental shift: We are transitioning from survival consciousness into creative consciousness, from mere self-preservation into authentic expression and genuine fulfillment.

It is not me on trial—even if technically it is—it is the ideas that I live by.

Our wildness isn’t a flaw or problem to be managed—it’s our deepest source of creativity, passion, and authentic power.

Through play, we hone the art of seeing differently.

This is the work of Eros: to repair the ancient split, to birth a new soul from the marriage of what we have wrongly divided into good and evil. 

In Eros we are liberated of the consciousness that would tell us there is somewhere we need to get to and that we should hurry.

Culturally, we are offered two routes at the membrane: withdraw or climax.  We have been trained to choose one of those binary escapes, to lower the volume until we can scarcely feel or to hurl ourselves at release and call it freedom.

Time after time, you steer toward the vivid immediacy of now instead of retreating into yesterday’s safer patterns.

You deserve to be seen not as a pathology to be managed, but as a power to be released.