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

You want to walk all the way in and meet the force itself. You want to look karma in the face and say, I’m here now. 

I want to begin with my disclaimer:
I don’t sell finite relationships.

Often we do not say the hungers and desires we have or the expressions of love and even helplessness we feel in another’s presence.

Your presence becomes a kind of mirror, a channel through which they can feel themselves more clearly. They relax, they open, because they are being felt—not judged, not analyzed, but truly sensed.

Rejection,
when met without defense, burns away false narratives—love as reward, desirability as external validation, worth as acceptance.

What if jealousy is not something to get rid of, but something to use? What if it isn’t a block to arousal, but a pathway into it?

To be special is to be separate. And to be separate is to be exiled from the current of life.

We keep asking, Is it monogamy or polyamory? Is it openness or commitment? But there is another question, one that dissolves the illusion entirely: What happens when you stop searching for a framework to hold love—and instead step into love itself?

Freedom isn’t about cutting things out—it’s about expanding.