“I’ve had instances of cosmic consciousness where I felt interconnected with everything else. One time I saw a little sparrow next to a wall struggling so I picked it up and started blowing on its feathers to see what was wrong with it. It stood up, stretched out its wings, raised up its head, opened it’s beak without making a sound, and then collapsed onto itself and was gone. It danced its death to me. The universe was sending me a message thanking me for being compassionate.”

Dijon

September 28, 2015