I spent most of my life having incredible, transcendent, terrifying, deep, ecstatic, amazing experiences.
I had a profound dream. The overculture said, that’s just your brain sweeping up the day’s useless thoughts.
I had a visitation by a non-human being. The overculture said, you’re crazy.
I had a somatic, psychic, full bodied multi-body experience. The overculture said, what?
I had an out of body journey. The overculture said, that’s just your imagination..
I had a download of profound, personal, life-changing information. The overculture said, you should see a therapist.
I heard voices. Had visions. Felt everyone’s feelings. Knew things before they happened. Communed with Gods and Goddesses and Aliens and had profound rearrangement of my own sacred psyche. The overculture said, shut up, get a job, homogenize, consume.

Hard to maintain faith in the external run us off a cliff money-focused power-hungry machine, when I respect my own inner landscape and the deep inner landscape of others. Hard to serve the gaslighting narrative of a dead, reductive, materialist system when I finally respect my own glorious alive multitude of a self.

Hard to hear the voice of the overculture once the sacred interior has been reclaimed.

“Once we get used to listening to our dreams, our whole body responds like a musical instrument.”
- Marion Woodman