My second year at the Academy is deeply about process. I am a raging thing at this time; amnesiac and confused; cannabis seems the only way to achieve any kind of constancy … to bear out the hammers and demons within my own head.
Looking back from the Now, I am so thankful for the presence of the cannabis deva. Without her influence, despite the shortcomings of confusion and foggy notions, the situation would have been so much worse.
Out of all the years, this one has the least photos. It was a year of work, one in which I built the snow labyrinth; processing through the frozen emotions in my tender Heart. One in which I worked tirelessly to heal the wound of ruptured power that crumbled me in my chest; and faced Challenges to sanctuary from so-called brothers; in which I spent hundreds of hours in the sanctuary of my teacher’s home; pontificating and feeling the subtle textures of the elemental World together.