I have seen no truth, just experience, I have seen no hate, just the damage done. We are new every moment, pure intention, both map, and map-makers. This materialistic view of the world has made men and women treat other men and women like matter instead of worth. This is called "Performative Contradiction" On the contrary, OH powerful alchemist!, we are the seeds and the emerald forest. I have seen your limbs in the roughest storm, I have read stories of your darkest fright and how you we're up-rooted and thrown about. Lost your identity, and way home, and felt deep down their was not one soul in this vast place to hold your hand.
My friends, We are evolving through brilliant treasures of a collective humanity, a Divine intervention of flexible green-ideas. A truth defined by our actions, a responsible response to a needing / feeling planet. Mission statement. "Let our truths discover and embrace our humanity, and compassion". The last chant before the birth of a whale, the sorrow that found no home, only a far off planet ready to change its story. The warrior is ready to find new ways to exists. This is just "one" story of CAST. An imaginative way to discover many different truths. The mythological adventure of hero's who finds all the other hero's and writes a epic novel of integration. Traveling deeper than ever before, awaking wisdom, reflecting diversity, and finding new ways to gather. I'm a steward of this character. A poetic reflection of a man in search of a living library full of unread books on human potential. The mirror becomes the witnessing mind, the soul a window into other perspectives, the sail, the facts that carries our true nature. The boat, the wind that carries our deepest needs.
