A lot has transformed throughout all this time. Revisiting and reliving, learning what's mine, and discarding the rest. There's a lot to discard. There's a lot to burn in the incinerator. I am less worried about overdoing it. While I'd like to have bar or metric that I can look at to gage where I am and if I ought be concerned, such a bar doesn't exist in the way I want it to. It's an internal meter that I have to pay attention to on my own and by way of reflections of my peers and by way of my own recognition of my own coherence. That being said, something I wrote in my little black journal that I take everywhere, "you're not doing too much DMT until you're doing too much DMT. Wait for if and when, but more if, that ever happens." Everytime I feel a want and doubt myself and don't enter, even a little, and everytime I don't answer the call, are signs of not being centered in self, aligned, and trusting. Plethora of beauty in the work, each and every time, when aligned, how could I turn away my eye.
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