by Robert Wilkinson
Those of you who are long time readers and friends know that January 9 is a sacred day for me. 27 years ago I lost one who was closer to me than my own breath, and found myself abruptly shipwrecked in hell. As I’ve told you in the past, that singular event marked a line between past and future, and set me on a quest that has taken me into the deepest Mystery I never dreamed of before that moment. An Eon has passed since then.
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