Friday night I drank and I challenged my friend on his continually attachment to ascension and his subtle shields.
What goes up must come down.
I like this one from
Stu."All ascenders end up sinking
and it makes love wonder
what fears thinking."
I also punched my friend earlier, while still sober, for his lack of integrtity with women.
Friday night I chugged tequila, I played with kittens, and I kissed my girlfriend.
Friday night I communed with my Sangha. The people I practice with and the people I love.