The real deal will be coming soon, but here is a taste: learning new things, traveling, exciting conversations, climbing volcanoes barefoot, jungles, swimming in the ocean surf at night, lakes, parks, forests, clouds, anywhere covered in mist and/or magic, exploring spirituality and connection, lucid dreaming, Jungian psychology, entheogens, shamanism/trance/hypnosis, a lot of other things... like I said... just a taste
...the last one was "Narcissus and Goldmund" by Herman Hesse - Currently reading: The Holographic Universe by Michael Talbot
The heroes of history and of the present, of all types and manners, can sometimes be toxic to today. Through all the ways in which they have enriched the world, through art and dreams, science and thought, through being expressions of what people want most to be or do, they have the potential to impoverish the magick of the present. For who or how many can aspire to accomplish the magnitude of such idols. The weight and magnitude of heroes' accomplishments of course can be inspiring, but this is not always so; it can also be tiring always looking up and feeling oneself down so low. I only hope that the poison of inferiority that is sometimes produced by the juxtaposition of the hero and the 'ordinary' person can act to wither the ego of today - that this loss of ego can encourage people, during their realization that they will never be their hero, to look beyond themselves and see that everyone is a hero, a shimmering light of beauty and potential, a sculptor of the world within which we all live. Perhaps then the hero can be both poison and remedy. Through the saddening burdens of desire and failure they sometimes bring to people, eventually inspire the downtrodden to stop their worship and grasping and to begin consciously sculpting the world in their image with an awareness of the miraculous people that are all around them.