Thanks for this tip. I have tried the breathwork with Joseph now given your strong recommendation- and wow. I found it amazing on so many levels. Thanks for sharing and stepping into that unknown edge you seem to love and thrive on 😊🫶
Learning to breathe is the essential part of voice lessons. After many years...my singing voice developed. Singing is now my greatest joy-- the consolation of my old age.
Fascinating. I'll have to find the right moment to give it a try.
It won't be my first experience with breathwork, but it's been a minute. My experience last time (my first and only), insofar as I can recall it from here, was somewhere between what I imagine an NDE-style "life review" must be like, and the way dream-filled sleep washes over tumbling thought detritus of the day, to smooth out pits and sandcastles, leaving peace.
I wonder what the visitors want. I read Whitley Strieber's chapters from Super-Natural not long ago, and I was utterly taken by the stories he tells. Knowledge eyes. Living garden gnomes! Terror and longing. Relationship with the visitors?
It stirred something in me, and hinted possibility. Though life goes on and other things bring one's focus back to the mundane. Where who knows but that's not where it belongs most of the time, as here's where we can have an effect. And yet, what crushing disappointment when the kobolds didn't let Whitley into the alien school... (Darmok on the ocean.)
Hey Tom
Thanks for this tip. I have tried the breathwork with Joseph now given your strong recommendation- and wow. I found it amazing on so many levels. Thanks for sharing and stepping into that unknown edge you seem to love and thrive on 😊🫶
Learning to breathe is the essential part of voice lessons. After many years...my singing voice developed. Singing is now my greatest joy-- the consolation of my old age.
Fascinating. I'll have to find the right moment to give it a try.
It won't be my first experience with breathwork, but it's been a minute. My experience last time (my first and only), insofar as I can recall it from here, was somewhere between what I imagine an NDE-style "life review" must be like, and the way dream-filled sleep washes over tumbling thought detritus of the day, to smooth out pits and sandcastles, leaving peace.
I wonder what the visitors want. I read Whitley Strieber's chapters from Super-Natural not long ago, and I was utterly taken by the stories he tells. Knowledge eyes. Living garden gnomes! Terror and longing. Relationship with the visitors?
It stirred something in me, and hinted possibility. Though life goes on and other things bring one's focus back to the mundane. Where who knows but that's not where it belongs most of the time, as here's where we can have an effect. And yet, what crushing disappointment when the kobolds didn't let Whitley into the alien school... (Darmok on the ocean.)