2025-10-21 07:04:36
Occasionally, I wake up and receive words that flow in surprising ways. I share what feels intended for the public with as little editing as possible. I take no credit as to its origin.
Nothing is wrong.
Your confusion is a blessing, a remembering, a way of growing through questioning and investigation, leading to experience, interaction, and relationship.
Nothing is wrong.
Do not let the chaos of the world distract you.
Look up,
The stars are watching.
Look inward,
Your heart knows.
Look next to you,
Every set of eyes holds a truth.
A storm is coming,
You will be tested,
The gates have been opened.
Do not turn your face from the darkness. Be steadfast on your path.
In the eye of the storm,
Be the light,
A torch for all to see.
Remember your truth.
You chose this time.
Open yourself,
Give to receive,
Be the light.
Trust that you are supported by the invisible web of being.
2025-10-14 04:24:14
Occasionally, I wake up and receive words that flow in surprising ways. I share what seems intended for the public with as little editing as possible. I can take no credit as to their origin.
It is written I AM the word and the truth
My children are many and blessed are they who walk in the light
I AM the water of life
I AM the sun and the shade
I AM your shield and comfort
I AM your father and mother in spirit
I AM your well in the rock
And your rock in the stream
My word is honey on your lips
I AM your torch at night
Be steadfast on your path
For I walk with you
Rest against me
And call for my protection
For I AM
the light in the dark
Know me by my name
I AM THAT IAM
Blessed are the ones who bring light in my name
Walk in love my child
2025-10-12 06:26:10
Occasionally, I wake up in the middle of the night and receive words that flow forth in surprising ways. I have decided to share what seems intended for the public with as little editing as possible.
Your voice is magic. Literally.
You have the magical ability to change the energy of space, the space you are in or space you will never visit, through the sound of your voice.
This is important.
Nada Brahma, the world is sound.
Your sound can raise or decrease the vibration of physical space.
It can open or close, make thicker or thinner, the veil between worlds. You can help us help you.
If you want to receive help, you must prepare the container in which receiving help is possible. Voice is one such tool.
It is not primarily about beauty-harmony, but about purity–intention. Where the voice originates from. The voice of thought keeps space in the realm of human thinking.
The gate to higher realms is opened with frequencies — not so much specific tones but frequencies of intention. The same tone sung from mind or arising from heart has a different effect.
Opening of the heart–soul lets arise the tone that is purifying and appropriate to weave the container in that moment. It requires sensitivity, openness, and courage of heart more so than training. Most humans can do it, if they can let it arise and not block it in thought-tension.1 If you raise your voice for others, we can do our work.
To raise your voice for others from a loving heart is an act of healing-magic.
Sacred mantra–shapes are effective but [so] less than intention.
2025-10-09 12:28:19
Occasionally, I wake up in the middle of the night and words flow forth in surprising ways. I’ve decided to share those instances, with as little editing as possible, when it feels appropriate.
There is nothing to do but to listen.
The forces of good are at hand, ready to support you.
If your heart is open and your mind calm, tune into the frequency of help, guidance, of subtle truth. Let yourself be helped.
Accept what streams out of your core.
How to recognize a truth.
By feeling. By harmony of the heart with the universe. By flow of energy. By aliveness.
Also, by resistance of the egoic-mind.
Pay close attention to your truths. They get lost. They wait like treasure to be rediscovered. Gold coins of the soul, looming below your inner horizon.
Truth speaks in the moment of silent reflection.
Truth shines in the light of the determined action.
Truth is soft yet sharp, gentle yet unyielding.
Stand firm in your truth.
Walk in the path of your truth. A rocky, foggy, steep and thorny path, but also golden, shimmering in the light of creation.
The path of truth is a bridge of light to a garden beyond the horizon where angels hold watch and your ancestors await you with open arms and cups of wine.
2025-09-10 02:46:18
“Money is minted freedom,” Dostoevsky wrote in Notes from a Dead House, his book about the years in a Siberian prison camp. His fellow prisoners wasted what little money they earned on liquor and flashy clothing. Why? Because they could. Spending money was a fleeting moment of freedom. “For a man completely deprived of freedom, it is ten times dearer. Just to have it jingling in his pocket half comforts him, even if he cannot spend it.”
That’s how I saw money: freedom.
On my road trip, I am free as long as I can pay for gas, food, repairs, and a place to stay. Had I not saved up while working in finance, my options would be much more limited. Even so, I rarely eat out and stay in small towns, far away from the well-heeled crowd of tourists. And of course you could move relatively freely with very little money.
On the road from Boise, Idaho, to Eugene, Oregon, I met a drifter. “Dancing bear” Paul was walking along the highway, pushing a cart with his belongings. It spent the better part of the day driving across eastern Oregon’s high desert and this man was just walking (and aimed to make it to New Mexico eventually)! I passed him a cold Gatorade and listened to his story.
Paul had followed the Grateful Dead for some two decades. He knew where to find free hot springs and how to charm cops and rangers. His Robin Williams impression was immaculate (but, he noted sadly, he couldn’t perform in Vegas because he lacked permission by the comedian’s estate). I’ve rarely met such a free spirit! And yet, his movement on the material plane was limited. The body was free but also looking for free food. Free without a place to shower. Not the freedom I was looking for.
The freedom I longed for was captured in a viral video clip I posted years ago. It’s from the movie The Gambler. Poker addict Mark Wahlberg needs to borrow money and gets a lecture from John Goodman who explains that “a wise man's life is based in fuck you.” → Watch the clip.
You get up two and a half million dollars, any asshole in the world knows what to do. You get a house with a 25-year roof, an indestructible Jap economy shitbox. You put the rest into the system at three to five percent to pay your taxes and that’s your base, get me?
That’s your fortress of fucking solitude. That puts you for the rest of your life at a level of fuck you. Somebody wants you to do something, fuck you. Boss pisses you off, fuck you.
That’s what I wanted. Freedom of movement, time, and choice. Freedom to roam, to flourish, and freedom to say no. Naively, I thought that more money necessarily meant more freedom. Like so:
But notice that the quote was all about the number and ignored the mindset. If I taught you how to earn, say, five million dollars in the next five years, would you be free? It depends. What if you moved along another rather depressing path?
How could this happen?
Hedonic treadmill: oldest trap in the book. Expenses grow faster than income and you never reach the promised land of ‘fuck you.’ The finance version of this is Kevin Spacey as a middle-aged trader in Margin Call. (Not to be confused with consciously trading some freedom for meaning by providing for others/raising a family.)
The inverse would be delayed gratification taken to an extreme: Marshmallow Mind, or the mistaken belief that the rewards “compound forever. They don’t. Eventually, they turn into a trap whose escape requires a radical break with our old identity.”
Lack of clarity is another killer. If you don’t know how much money you need, the goal post keeps moving (great chart via Hampton Founder; it’s always at least double of what you have . . .). “Most of the problems in my life have to do with my confusing what I want and what I need,” as David Foster Wallace once said.
And how much do we need? I love how Vivid Void put it:
That’s why we do the inner work: so we don’t try to use money to satisfy our existential yearnings.
Easier said than done. We know that making money is not the purpose of life. Of course, money won’t fill our inner void. But what will? A thorny question (and potential dark night of the soul). If you are very good at making money, if it feels satisfying, it is easier to keep doing that than to stop and step into the unknown.
I think of it like sitting on the couch and eating potato chips. As long as you keep eating, you don’t have to face the mess, the crumbs, the reality of what you just put into your body. Yes, eventually, the bag will be empty. But not yet. Just one more delicious, escapist crunch.
Finally, the better you are at making money, the more you leave on the table when you exit the game. The greater your future earning potential, the higher the price of your freedom. Without clarity on what we value, any amount of money can be a prison.
A “wise man’s life” is based not only on ‘fuck you money’ but on the willingness to use it when it matters.
— Frederik
2025-08-15 04:25:42
When was the last time you were about to fall apart,
and instead of holding it together,
you let it happen?
When was the last time it was okay to weep?
How long has it been since your throat yearned to roar, and your body ached to move wildly, freely, and you said, alright, let’s go?
So, I wrote a whole long piece because part of me still thinks that’s how it’s done. This is what you do. Write a lot of words to get to the point. But there’s a faster way.
The journey out West has been quiet, lonely, confusing, challenging, also beautiful.
A lot of driving and hiking. Movement on the outside. Also: stuckness on the inside.
Things have been shifting. I feel my attention drawn to the voice, to music and sound, to movement. My creative energies are dispersed and writing has been challenging.
Joe Hudson has been a welcome teacher and anchor of aliveness.
I love his work. The man cracked open 500 hearts on a zoom call. Not on purpose. Not for show. Simply in sympathetic resonance of going deep, to the heart, with one person at a time.
That’s it. That’s the piece.
There is a line I really love from the gospel of Thomas. “If you bring forth what is within you, what you bring forth will save you. If you do not bring forth what is within you, what you do not bring forth will destroy you.” I really love this as an intro to one of the core pieces of our work, which is emotional fluidity. — Joe Hudson
July in Salmon, Idaho. Very sunny and very quiet. Barely three thousand people. Rabbits hop through the garden and deer stalk the neighborhood looking for tasty twigs. I find a spacious coffee shop, a former bar on main street. Dark and cozy. Perfect for writing. Except it’s not.
Things are stuck. I stare at the page, shuffle through sentences. The words refuse to connect. No momentum. No life. Something is lurking off the screen, in the dark corners of my awareness. But I don’t notice. My mind doesn’t want to go there.
The cafe closes. I drive back up the hill, my mind filled with drafts as dry as the high desert’s sagebrush sea.
In the evening, I watch my neighbor throw balls for his dogs. One evening, a rattlesnake approaches. An excavator has been preparing a nearby plot for construction. Maybe the snake was forced to move? In any event, the dogs bark and the neighbor blasts the serpent with his shotgun. “Over the county line,” he points out (it’s forbidden to discharge guns within city limits). How’s that for excitement?
But mostly, it’s quiet. Lights out at 10. My thoughts drift. How did I get stuck here in the middle of nowhere?
“If you can't love the thing, love your resistance to the thing.” — Joe Hudson
A place with nothing going on can be confrontational. Coping mechanisms stick out like sore thumbs among the tumbleweeds. In my solitude I feel drawn to the phone’s toxic twilight. “People don’t want to feel certain emotions for good reason, because they hurt,” says Joe Hudson. “But it is not the emotion that hurts, it is the resistance to feeling the emotion that hurts.”
