I just returned home from the internship at the International Avatar Course. On that one, I was having a lot of discoveries about how I had abandoned parts of myself in my childhood, so even when I was creating primaries, there was a layer of pretending—that I had to hide who I was, and create the primary from a place other than my ordinary, day-to-day self.
As I was working on that, I began to call it a "toxic waste dump," down below the surface—of shame, that I had buried below a layer of concrete, so no one could ever know.
At the end, I was working on the reality that the world, is a reflection of me. I said, "oh my God!" Because where I live in Albuquerque, there is an Air Force base, and there is a scandal because they had let this very toxic jet fuel leak out under the ground for .. decades. It has been seeping towards the water table, and it felt like it was not being handled — too much denial. (—But now, it's coming out.)
— How's that for a reflection of the military, and also, having started during the Cold War!?
Recently, I moved closer to this place — though I felt source — I was moving close to it. Interesting. Moving towards it, but also feeling good, and knowing it will be handled.
So then I had the "oh my God, this toxic waste dump — this toxic spill is such a reflection."
So that's all very amazing and interesting. But here's the clincher.
I come home from the course—having freed up all this attention on all this old, buried, "toxic" stuff in my consciousness. And, I sit down to my coffee in the local coffee shop, and what's the headline, on the front page of the Albuquerque Journal?
"New study says there's more breathing room on jet fuel spill."
We're all just _pretending_ to be separate, aren't we?
Chris Burbridge- USA