Buried Alive

Last week I had a dream that made me question my world.

 

In my dream my stepmother presented me with a beautiful sarcophagus. It was made especially for me and was part of a new ritual that was emerging in our culture.

 

"What is this?" I asked.

 

"It's your special box for being buried alive," she said.

 

"Are you kidding?"

 

She was not. She was serious. Then explained to me how it worked. All I had to do was lie in the box, take a special pill, and fall asleep. I would be closed into the box, then placed into another larger rectangular box, and lowered into the ground where I would pass into the unknown forever. There was an air of excitement around the potential of that.

 

"Try it out," she said.

 

So I laid down in the box. It was comfortable, made especially for me. It was beautifully adorned. It was lovely.

 

Until...

 

The lid slid up from my feet and was stopped just below my eyes, leaving my nose inside so that the air was not as fresh. I felt restricted.

 

But my stepmother was above me, holding the pink pill in between her thumb and index fingers so that I could see it. Her presence was comforting.

 

"Now, all you have to do is take the pill and the rest will be done for you."

 

"I'm not ready," I said.

 

"That's okay. Just think about it and come back tomorrow," she said.

 

"Has anyone else done this?" I asked.

 

"Oh yes! Your sister did it just yesterday."

 

I felt a chill run up my spine and I left quickly, never to return.

 

When I awoke, the questions began to surface.

 

Do I know when I'm following my own codes or swallowing the pill of someone else's story?

 

Am I listening to and acting on my own guidance or am I relying too heavily on "the experts" so that I don't have to be wrong or to think for myself?

 

Do I know when I am awake and when I am asleep?

 

Am I bowing to the house of dogma and making it my own or am I building my own temple stone by stone?

 

Am I staying alert and holding my line or am I casually ignoring clear boundaries, endangering myself and others? Am I holding that edge at its sweet spot or being too slack?

 

Where am I over committing to avoid my work? Where am I not committing to avoid my work?

 

Who's to say whether or not the burial would have benefited me. Was that my next level or my undoing? It certainly would have eliminated distraction. Upon reflection, I didn't know.

 

Here's one thing that I do know: We are all unique. Our needs evolve throughout our lifetime. In our uniqueness, our challenges, our questions, and curiosities, our needs overlap. And then we form community.

 

Today, I am forming a community around a fundamental reset to your approach to eating, drinking, exercising, and overall living so that you can experience joy at the most fundamental level. I am quite serious about this. There is a deeper well in life to be tapped, just waiting for you.

 

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Wishing you joy,

Kate