You stall out on writing and messaging and selling because, in part, you wonder what the fuck you have to SAY that’s so profound and deep and attuned that it’s worth it for you to KEEP saying it. And so you kinda sorta speak to the totality of the magic of the You… but not quite. Except, when it comes down to it and you allow yourself to breathe your desires into awareness, you remember that it’s God speaking through {and as} you… So how could you ever possibly run out of things to say?! And so here we free fall into a cosmic collapsing of words, life, darkness, and soul… As business. As selling. As art. As you.