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  • Conversations on Consciousness
    Hey folks. This is just a quickie to let you know about The Present Dimension Podcast, a series of conversations my partner Molly and I have been doing in recent months. As previously announced here, The Present Dimension is the creative brand which runs adjacent to this magazine. While what you read here is always rooted first in the written word, The Present Dimension Podcast, conversely, is driven by the power of conversation. Thus far Molly and I have talked to musicians, poets, therapists and more, diving into their stories and their ideas through the same filter of consciousness which has marked what you've heard here over the last year. Similar gist, but simply through the iris of others.Having landed in North Carolina a year ago with a non-existent social network, the project of finding comparably-curious souls has proven surprisingly exciting. Making friends as an adult is its own adventure, and The Present Dimension Podcast has been part of that process. Perhaps Life simply is the function of all the people we meet.You can check out these conversations on Spotify or Apple Podcasts or at ThePresentDimension.com.Finally, regarding these emails, I always invite your feedback: Is there something you'd like more of? Questions you want answered? Mysteries which demand pondering 🤔 ? Let me know.Thanks for your support and have a stellar day. This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit thispresentmoment.substack.com
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  • Merry Christmas
    The winter nights were dark until Christmas came to play, Then strings of squinty stars lined every window frame. All plugged in, Suburbia would electrify in glow, Illuminating diamonds sparkling in the snow. The lights, the love, the pristine pines, red bows and mistletoes, Our little world was swirled into a Hallmark snow-globe. A candy-cane cacophony of sugar snow and gifts, This wonderland met its myth in the man who had the list: A bearded saint, we were told, knew of all our wishes— who we were and if we were good—with a God-like omniscience. And unlike dusty legends now dead to time, We left cookies for Santa: He was very much alive. I recall one Christmas Eve, amidst crisp midwest wind, My eyes saw some moving light that could have—possibly—been him: A celebrity sighting up in the sky! Look! It's St. Nick! (The drift of distant satellites blinks like Rudolf to us kids.) Everything was possible inside our boundless minds: We Believed it when Nat King crooned that "reindeers can fly." With such imagination I would sit beneath our tree Plucking off its ornaments to make-believe littles scenes. Kermit the Frog, some plastic kitsch, was my heroic figurine. He'd glide through all the branches to save his tree-crossed Queen. And all of it felt real, a free flow of belief. A reality we created through the one our mind's see. The years carried on and we left that world behind, As cold rationality clogged those magic minds. Like when Pan returns for Wendy, to fly to Neverland, And she replies: "Peter, I am Old ... I can't." Those memories of guileless possibility Seem some distant miracle to a grown man like me.Now we may not be so young, but Christmas never changed. It's still all red with gingerbread and the elves still look the same. There's this Christmas-y motif which we collectively create— A sphere of sounds and senses centered around this date, A global covenant bigger than its Faith, Like the whole world jingles if just for a day. I don't know much history about this holiday. We're told it's some dude's birthday—a holy man, they say. A carpenter out of Nazareth who simply served and loved, And realized our potential to channel kindness from above. Sure, it's been commercialized and diluted into goo, But the Spirit which speaks through it is the realization of this truth. It's that spark of meaning lit inside of Scrooge, Or how the Grinch's heart grows to make him someone new. It's that oft-forgotten Knowledge It's a Wonderful Life: That we're all angels earning wings, trying to do what's right. And as Clarence reminds us, 'No man is poor who has friends.' Perhaps real wealth is Community in the end. And of course we all know that December bath of cheer, Where chipper songs about chestnuts steal 'n tickle our ears. How every melody and caroler's so merry it's almost weird, As if Christ—whoever he was—is through the music somehow here. Like under every Christmas song is a divine little twirl, A smirk from his reality that sings joy to the world. Today we gather under those old creeds, Even as we blabber and eat mindlessly And open random presents we don't really need. But we find such triviality are the binds of family, Where the tiniest dearest thing holds something sweet— As we sit around a table enjoying my mom's toffee. All the while a star shines atop a tree, Winking to a child who beams in full belief That his world will be lifted to magic on this night, As a song behind him whispers, "Let your heart be light." And when he becomes King he may reclaim this bliss, Which hides inside the simple phrase: Merry Christmas. This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit thispresentmoment.substack.com
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  • Into the Mystic
    Last month, the actor William Shatner was launched beyond the Texas skies via Blue Origin, the nascent rocket company helping pave the way for a new era of civilian space travel. At 90 years old, Shatner—aptly famous for playing Captain Kirk on Star Trek—became the oldest person to ever exit Earth's atmosphere. After piercing through the stratosphere, floating above it weightlessly, and looking down at our planet, the TV icon emotionally recounted what was a transformative experience:"To see the blue color go whoop! by—and now you're staring into blackness!" he exclaimed. "That's the thing!" He goes on:This covering of blue ... this blanket, this comforter of blue that we have around us ... Suddenly you shoot through it—as if you whip off a sheet while you are asleep—and you're looking into blackness. You look down and there's the blue down there, and the black up there ... [Down] there is Mother Earth and comfort, and [up] there is ...He pauses, puzzled. "Is there death?" he wonders, pondering what the black beyond our sky holds. "Is that the way death is? Whoop and it's gone? Jesus! It was so moving to me."Captain Kirk's whole monologue is worthy viewing, for it's a message which beams upwards towards a most inspired future: the ever nearer possibility that we and the universe become one. In 1902 William James released the immensely influential book Varieties of Religious Experience. It was and remains a landmark synthesis of psychology and spirituality. The book investigates the various  interior phenomena which accompany what is known as "the mystical experience." The "mystical experience" is, by James' account, almost impossible to define. It is in the truest sense ineffable.... But words are all we got right now! So, James said that the first marker of a mystical state of consciousness is that we can't articulate it. It evades language. Poetry can gesture at it, but basically ya-had-to-be-there.As we will find, this was a mystical experience being had by Mr. Shatner. "I can't even begin to express ... " he says, struggling to lay words on the indescribable. "This experience is something unbelievable." In fact, astronauts have their own term for this: The Overview Effect is a well-documented shift in awareness often realized by travelers who exit the reality tunnel of Earth. To witness our world from a wider perspective stirs man into "an explosion of awareness," as put by Apollo 14 pilot Edgar Mitchell. He describes:There was suddenly a very deep gut feeling that something was different. It occurred when looking at Earth and seeing this blue-and-white planet floating there, and knowing it was orbiting the Sun, seeing that Sun ... set in the background of the very deep black and velvety cosmos, seeing—rather, knowing for sure—that there was a purposefulness of flow, of energy, of time ... in the cosmos … I suddenly [saw] the universe as intelligent, loving, harmonious.This Overview Effect bears the indelible markers of the mystical, a tilting of the mind which reveals some magnificent meaning beyond the veil. In fact, Edgar Mitchell was so changed by his experience that he ended up devoting the rest of his life to studying the science of human transcendence. He explains:When I got back to Earth I started digging into various literatures to try to understand what had happened. I ... eventually discovered it in the Sanskrit of ancient India. The descriptions of samadhi ... were exactly what I had felt ... An overwhelming sense of oneness and connectedness … accompanied by an ecstasy … an epiphany.Such experiences of unity consciousness—whether we call them samadhi (via Eastern philosophy) or mystical (from Western)—are the common seed out of which all religion bursts. They entail a noetic insight, as William James called it, which brings about an intense realization of meaning which reaches, it would seem, well beyond the boundaries of the brain. The function of life death and all its intermittent mania suddenly makes complete sense, as if after a lifelong sleepwalk you finally awoke into a world more real than the one you always knew. And then like an iris closing to the light, it's gone.These experiences are big, beautiful and usually brief. This fleetingness of feeling—or transiency, as James called it—is another marker of the mystical. Such heightened states of consciousness are rarely maintained for any long period of time, most being just a momentary glance into a wider webwork of meaning. James examines hundreds of such occurrences. In one a doctor describes how, after a joyous night out with friends, and with his mind at pleasurable ease, he spontaneously felt an "immense fire" within himself: There came upon me a sense of exaltation, of immense joyousness accompanied ... by an intellectual illumination impossible to describe. Among other things, I did not merely come to believe, but I saw that the universe is not composed of dead matter, but is, on the contrary, a living Presence; I became conscious in myself of eternal life. It was not a conviction that I would have an eternal life, but a consciousness that I possessed eternal life then; I saw that all men are immortal; that the cosmic order is such that without any peradventure all things work together for the good of each and all; that the foundation principle of the world, of all the worlds, is what we call love; and that happiness of each and all is in the long run absolutely certain. The vision lasted a few seconds and was gone; but the memory of it and the sense of the reality of what it taught has remained during the quarter of a century which has since elapsed.Now Consider Mr. Shatner, who himself could have had an entry in James' catalog of rapture:I'm so filled with emotion at what just happened. It's extraordinary! I hope I never recover from this. I hope that I can maintain what I feel now. I don't want to lose it. It's so much larger than me ... It has to do with the enormity and the quickness and the suddenness of life and death and the—Oh my God! It's so moving.You can sense him trying to hold on to this revelation as its radiance sinks beneath the mud of our Earthbound reality. But unlike a mundane morning dream which fizzles into obscurity, the enduring meaning of the mystical experience evolves with the memory of it. In another account from James, a gentleman describes his "sudden ... indescribably intense ... sense of being bathed in a warm glow of light."These highest experiences I have had have been rare and brief—flashes of consciousness which have compelled me to exclaim with surprise—God is here! ... I have severely questioned these moments ... lest I should be building my life and work on mere phantasies of the brain. But I find that, after every questioning and test, they stand out today as the most real experiences of my life, and experiences which have explained and justified and unified all past experiences and all past growth. Indeed, their reality and their far-reaching significance are ever becoming more clear and evident.To the uninitiated the dissonance between the mystical and the ordinary seems so insurmountable that these descriptions read as vague wish-wash. But to those whose curiosity brings them to the buckling boundaries of logic—the mystical seduces us like a siren. And if we listen to its song, we soon learn that this mysterious mode of mind underlies our every waking moment, hidden behind our normal humdrum consciousness like a radio station yet to be turned to. Such is one aim of the endless treadmill of spiritual practices which tune the mind and body to this frequency. Yoga, meditation, plant medicine, prayer … They're all strings towards the same space, strands from which this mystical netting is sewn.Revealed of its radiant wonder, the mystical experience is the magical experience, a dazzling reality tunnel which enfolds the smaller one you currently read from. It is out of this transcendent dimension that every wisdom tradition draws its rendering of reality. It is the sparkling denizen of the sages and saints who've spoken to us through millennia, all offering the same message: It is within you too.This special dimension is awakened through many means, but few are more propulsive than Awe, that soaring sense of wonder which tips the mind towards the sublime. Awe cracks open our consciousness and lets new light in, arousing in us what spaceman Edgar Mitchell felt to be "the primordial energy of the universe." As progress places this mystical experience just a rocket-ride away, technology will lay a fresh sake into the path of human enlightenment.Honestly, I've never been one of those dudes blissed out by the idea of going to space. I had glow-in-the-dark stars on my ceiling as a kid, but elsewise my walls were plastered by posters of the Chicago Bulls and Batman. But now I see what all those geeks and dreamers with the Milky Way murals on their walls were getting at. It's not just about going to space ... It's about the feeling of space.A vision of the future invited by this recent year is one in which folks will be able to pop up into space the same way we fly to New York. Captain Kirk's ten minute jaunt will eventually be a norm. These trips may right now be bound to a small band of the rich-'n-famous, but that will expand just as the automobile grew from privileged to pervasive. And as this horizon widens to eventually include the everyman, we may find ourselves at the foothills of a new religious pilgrimage. Imagine: You pop up to space for a psycho-spiritual cleansing, your own communion with the universe ... literally. To every color and creed under the Sun, a shared history re-emerges. The Universe itself becomes God—as it was from the beginning.And for those dreamers of yesteryear with posters on their wall, they no longer must just look to the stars in yearning, but may now manifest their visions into otherworldly adventure.And, fittingly, the present prophet of this good news is none other than Captain Kirk. Ageless and vibrant, our space-faring leader has returned to our screens. After guiding our ship through tube televisions half a century ago, the Captain is now zapped into our pockets. He ushers us into a real-life portal to the world he portrayed in our living rooms so long ago. "Everybody in the world needs to do this," he says. "Everybody in the world needs to see."William Shatner is one of the last household names of an old American Empire—the collective hearth-fire from which our older generations were warmed. This old America, with its many faults and its massive heart, held this nation together under one common flag.  Now that center has given way—in fact recently a poll indicated that almost half the nation believes we should break in two. Perhaps this shrill is just media manufacturement, or perhaps we truly do approach a karmic crest of national reckoning.Or perhaps it’s both: We are creating the future in the image of our attention. "What goes around comes around."So many moments fly by us with the power to unite, but they rarely puncture the way our fears do. Our media is splayed out like a million queenless bees warring over a hive. Hissing headlines hover around our heads: Are You Scared? Are You Stung? If not, you should be!Most Meaning is lost in this buzz, while most hope is swarmed and swallowed by the hive-mind. And when it's not, it's ground into meme and mockery by the Snark Sharks and the Fear-mongers. Whatever good faith remains is left blowing in the wind. And yet through the twilight of this fading national spirit we hear ol' Captain Kirk. He's come to proclaim new hope! "It's extraordinary!" he declares his trip into the mystic. "What you have given me in the most profound experience I can imagine," he cries to (trigger warning) Blue Origin founder Jeff Bezos (😉).The lambasted gajillionaires at the helm of these operations have ignited both moralism ("Feed the poor before you feed your egos!") and rancor ("Super rich white dudes are building a playground in space"). Everyone's got their sanctimonious soap-boxes, but beyond this blind bashing of ambition there are genuine concerns as to the direction of our technologies. "With so much strife plaguing our world," a friend rightfully asked me, "is flipping the focus away from Earth the right use of resources? Or are we simply jumping ship?"In 2008 video game developer Richard Garriott snagged a ride to the International Space Station through a Russian program offering galactic tourism to non-astronauts. His pricey 12 day stay aboard the I.S.S. "changed [his] entire life."Prior to my flight I would already have described myself as an environmentalist but looking out the window back at the Earth from space ... really changes you at a very deep level ... I think it's impossible not to come back, as I did, feeling reinvigorated and refocused on living a lifestyle that is more of an environmental example than just talking the talk, like I was prone to do.You see, paradoxically, these distant experiences may offer us the impetus and inspiration needed to disentangle the insoluble crises we face on the ground. Just as the Earthbound traveler journeys abroad only to return in greater appreciation of home, so too may man now see his entire Kingdom from a new perspective. Edgar Mitchell's samadhi experience of "instant global consciousness" left him with, as he put it, "an intense dissatisfaction with the state of the world, and a compulsion to do something about it." If there is one commonality across all the rocketeers who've seen Earth from abroad, it is this newfound reverence towards this house in which we breathe. So said Sigmund Jähn, German Cosmonaut:Only when I saw Earth from space in all its ineffable beauty and fragility, did I realize that humankind's most urgent task is to cherish and preserve it for future generations."It would be so important for everybody to have that experience," agrees Mr. Shatner. "The jeopardy ... the vulnerability of everything." Of course the planet itself isn't vulnerable. This magma-filled rock is a robust 4.5 billion years old, but our split-second cameo on it is a mere guest role, subject to the boot at any moment. We are the ones in jeopardy.Dim to the wisdom needed to marry technology and nature, the ecological fabric of our well being is beginning to tear. This deafening period of accelerating change summons us to rise above our little reality tunnels and inhabit a wider one. Politics, activism, fundraising—these may be laudable efforts towards change, but to truly tilt the paradigm towards a most flourishing future we must think bigger.We must elevate consciousness, not cloud it. On the other side of cynicism there is an opening wherein our mind ascends into possibility—where we meet the mystical Truth waiting behind our furrowed brow.Certainly a mass transformation of consciousness is a lofty ask! But maybe it's already here. Maybe the swirling unknowns of our shifting grounds are casting new foundation. Maybe the question marks of today tomorrow turn to play, where we'll move again with nature in a grand celestial way."It was unbelievable," reported Captain Kirk through tears. "Unbelievable." Maybe it will be awe—that timeless testimony of infinity—which pulls us all back to the center.Of course for most of us, it is this Earthly ground from which we'll live out the rest of our lives. Tickets to the transcendent are, admittedly, somewhat pricey right now. But we don't need to travel outside ourselves to catch a hint of this wonder. Our bodies are 99.999...% empty space, a vacuous universe of electrons circling distant neutrons, the atomized mirror of the planets and moons above us. We are galaxies within galaxies, warmed by the sun as our hearts warm our bodies. In the end, the whole cosmic play is one grand flow from top —to bottom, a divine movement of energy into beauty.Looking up, we find this great revelation canopying our world in light. Tonight the sky will give way to black—and then that darkness back to blue, as the past spins into present—reminding us that we are but marveled passengers launched into some unknowable future."Look at the beauty of that color," says Captain Kirk. "It's so thin, and you're through it in an instant."This Present Moment is a reader-supported magazine. To receive new issues or support the work, become a free or paid subscriber. This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit thispresentmoment.substack.com
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  • Simple Satiations
    Modern life is tug-of-war between the digital world and the natural world. For some of us the pull is the daily news, for others it's Instagram. Perhaps for you it's your inbox or the financial markets or the metaverse or whatever turns you on. Most of us are victim to some covert digidiction (digital-addiction) which tempts our minds into a wormhole of endless satiation. I have many of these technological hair-triggers, which rip me from the present and drop me into a digital mist of my own choosing. My favorite is certainly YouTube, which offers me mindless relief with the movement of a finger. Bored? Anxious? Tired? Pissy? There's a remedy for it all! Just open YouTube and Boom!—an hour-long interview with Bob Dylan that I didn't know I needed! Phew! As the video begins, my digital desire is satiated and I can finally tune out of that tactile world around me.Whether it's on our phone or the TV, this digital datascape offers solace from the real world by proffering us a fake one. Of late I've dove body-first into Bikram yoga. I leave my phone in the car, turn down the day and enter into a space void of this digital haze permeating so many parts of my life. In Bikram yoga, one embodies 26 postures over the span of 90 minutes in a room heated to 105 degrees. It's basically a super intense stretching session in a sauna. It's as stifling as it sounds, but this roasting is designed to loosen the body and strengthen the mind. And it works!To maintain this simmering studio, the yoga instructor places an oblong blockade underneath the door to prevent cool air from sneaking into the space. Bikram is one big heat trap. But occasionally someone sneaks out to refill their water, and as the door swings open a brief wave of crisp air unexpectedly clutches my skin. Ahhhh. 😌 For just a moment I'm awash with the tender touch of this fresh wind, teasing me with the relief that will reward me beyond the studio doors. Certainly you've felt the cooling power of an unforeseen breeze on a sweltering summer day. It soothes our senses, calms our minds and refreshes us in a manner more deeply-drawn than anything we find inside a screen.On such sweltering summer days, I occasionally enjoy a masochistic afternoon run in the peak of the midday humidity. By the time I return home I am of course so blazingly thirsty that a cup of ice water brings bliss to my body and a break to my brain. When we really need it—when it is earned—there is nothing more nourishing than a simple gulp of water.I recall my daily jogs up New York's East River wherein, after six sticky miles, I would be so desperate for H2O that I would cast my eyes to the river, and in its sun-gleamed waves I would envision myself becoming a boating captain. Literally, I would begin to believe that my next career move should be to pursue a life at sea. "Water! Water! Water!" I would dream.Eventually I would arrive back home and violently fill two glasses with ice. The feeling of frosty water kissing my lips, caressing my tongue, and tracing down my throat like a glacier into my stomach is an elation unrivaled inside the air conditioned comforts of our digital day. Of course, after quenching my thirst, my fisherman dreams would dissolve and I'd trudge back to my computer for "work."At present I'm sitting on my porch while my dog lays in the front yard basking in the pleasant September sun. A rambunctious pooch unfit for our unfenced yard, Rooh spends most of her days indoors. But like any animal—and that includes humans— she's most relaxed when given the time to revel in the warm embrace of the midday sun. As it beats against her fur and her body breathes against the grass, I know she is happy. And as the wind streaks against my flesh, I am happy with her. Later I will inevitably play fetch with her. She will get thirsty and eventually seek the cool air inside, where a refreshing bowl of water awaits her. Within these delights we find our common roots—man and beast alike—where we all mutually renew in a ray of sun, in a splash of air, in a swill of water. These simple satisfactions are the reminders of our physical body, our connection to pleasures of Planet Earth.No matter how thick our digital haze becomes we will always be, firstly, denizens of Nature; faithful servants to those elements which constitute us: Water, Wind and Sun. They weld us, ever so briefly, to the flowing source of Gaia. For millennia, all living things have enjoyed these sensual rewards. As my phone teases me from the desk beside, I try to hold on to that feeling of what true satiation is. For eventually, I'll be back on YouTube—lost in a maze of disembodied mania.  This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit thispresentmoment.substack.com
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  • The Present Dimension
    Hey there! Forgive my hiatus, but I was stirring up something I'm very excited about. I am thrilled to announce the launch of a new brand I've created:  In the loosest sense, THE PRESENT DIMENSION is a type of lifestyle brand. It's an adaptable agency designed to explore and expand consciousness—in whatever form that takes. For instance, this writing series itself is a sort of bloodline to the brand. The ideas we explore here give life and conviction to the ethos of this new company.Because beyond being just a name, "The Present Dimension" is also a living philosophy which articulates a genuine 'dimension' of our individual and collective reality.It's what I call a Universal Space. The Present Dimension: A Universal SpaceThis Moment is the pinpoint where the past culminates And flips inside out into the future we create. In this present flippening, the world stands still And a whole new Dimension is suddenly revealed. It's that collective magnetism that joins us in breath As we gaze up at the wirewalker dancing over death. It seeps out in the gleam of a newborn baby's eyes, Or from the pregnant pink of a new day's morning sky. It slides through every Moment, and hides in the mundane, Like the multicolored prism beams from a drop of rain. It's the waterway to Love—and it resurrects our Inspiration, As a line drifts towards rhyme in divine collaboration. This Dimension's all around, yet it's always freshly found. Like an inner-diamond dug from our ancient common ground. It may tease us with a twinkle, or arrest us in luster When some strange providence ignites our Sense of Wonder. Each journey finds its road is lit by glints of glory, As cosmic coincidence casts meaning onto our Story. Put more simply, it's the Feeling of Being Awake— To the Beauty that flows from the folds of every day. Whatever makes us feel alive, whatever passions capture us, Whatever flutters of the heart lift us and enrapture us, Any Moment of Awe, or natural human connection Can be a Turnkey to The Present Dimension. And if we choose to Meet each other in this Center-Place, We'll greet a grander world in a fantasia of embrace. For there's a timeless mystery within this very Moment. And when our eyes are Open, it Shines in — And we Know it. It's breathing air. Its body's there. A Kingdom comes clear: You're Alive. We're Alive. Wake Up! We are here.This Brand is a wayfinder that gestures towards that ↑ dimension. Another leg of this brand is apparel. We're beginning with a line of premium tee shirts sourced from an inspiring manufacturer named Known Supply. Known Supply's all about ethical fashion production, and each of their shirts are hand-signed on the tag by whoever crafted it.And bringing this personal touch into even more immediacy, I've had the shirts embroidered across the chest—by a local artisan here in Asheville—with the phrase Presence is Power. In a world drowning in Noise, We each have the Choice To rise above the chaos And use Presence as our Voice. From the original hand-maker to the embroiderer to The Present Dimension, each step of these shirts' creation has been infused with a human touch. And now it's your turn to carry on that spirit. As you can see, The Present Dimension is many things: Aside from being a brand and a philosophy—this is also an art project. It's also an experiment in language. It's also, at its most metaphysical, a participatory hologram aimed at drawing a vibrational hyper-space out of the morphic field which—Ah, I digress! More on that one some other time! 😜But at its most personal, The Present Dimension is a prism to shine Life through. What beams out the other end is the wonder within you.The process of developing this brand has been the most enriching experience. I must thank Nick Gertonson for assisting me with the web side of it all—a more generous friend I could not ask for.  And thanks to my loving partner, Molly, who's intuition and support is a well of which I would be parched without. And as always, thank you for your continued engagement. Now head on over to ThePresentDimension.com.I'm so excited.Joe This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit thispresentmoment.substack.com
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