Welcome to the place of wisdom

I thought my journey to Cambodia would begin when the plane took off. Instead, it began through failed systems, unexpected kindness, Dragon visions, sacred dance, and the slow death of my need to control what comes next.

What happens when the enchantment ends and we see life as it really is?

What is it? What do you believe in? Really believe in? What remains with you when the evidence disappears?

THE NAG HAMMADI LIBRARY

You don’t believe it? Perhaps you should.