I was dead inside. Addicted. I needed to shine the light onto the mechanism to break the trance that kept me consuming, extracting, dependent. This was painful to write and it hits me hard every time. It made me realise there was a hungry ghost living inside me and he was not an enemy, he was my way of coping.
Contemplating my Death0:00/231.8891× We all die. The elements of our body will eventually surrender and return to the dirt. But where do we go? Nowhere. As we move closer to the transition, when the machine of the body finally loses the condition to live... where do we
As I get older I have observed my body falling apart, breaking down and stop working. However, as I age, I am also ripening, maturing like a good cheese or wine. The crafting of this song was inspired by the 100,000 songs of Milarepa. Song of Old Age -
When Carol Sanford died at the end of November in 2024 many of her SEED community members attended a 49 day daily ritual to support her journey through the bardo of death to rebirth. We read from the Tibetan Book of the Dead and the Tibetan Book of Living and
I have lost track of time when Caroline Robinson passed. She left behind this beautifully made video on what she thought regeneration was. I watch it now and again to connect with her art, great seeing and spirit.