Since I died and then came back in 2012, my life has been in a near constant state of enlightenment. I have watched as nearly everything I thought I knew to be true has been blown to pieces. I've found out a great deal of the life I've lived has been an illusion. Very little of what I knew, thought I knew, has escaped this process.
There's been a heavy price to continuing here, instead of carrying on. I don't know if I'll ever understand the how's and why's.
I keep searching. I keep being cracked wide open.
Enlightenment. Not what you think at all.
Just Patricia <--(New Moon today)