Rocking and rolling😃🤙🏽

In my dream last night, I’m drawing a family portrait. But the family is Mayan, and they don’t look like normal people — they’re different sizes, from tiny children to a massive man lying on his back looking up at the sky. It felt like they were gods, or symbols of something bigger than themselves. I look up from my drawing, I’m a woman now, watching an old man in a dark room — he looks like a 75 Year old long bearded Nicolas Cage — surrounded by henchmen. He’s trying to tell me something important. I think he says, “He’s lying to you,” but I can’t quite remember. Then he gets pistol-whipped and shot. He dies sitting on a rotating pillar in the dark. As soon as he dies, the Mayan family I was drawing runs out of the room. It’s like they were being held there — or maybe they were set free. I put on a helmet, walk past the henchmen, and start headbutting them on my way to confront the man behind it. Then the dream shifts. I’m just shooting hoops at my childhood home. My dad shows up for lunch, and as he leaves, I suddenly remember — my dad is already dead. And it lands emotionally in my body. My grandfather died suddenly of a heart attack — the visionary of our family ranch — and we never said goodbye. My wife’s father was orphaned before age ten. And my own father is now approaching the same age his father died. It’s not just about my personal father — though that grief is real, alive, and on its way. It’s about time passing and our understanding of the lineage of Father. It’s the death of the inner or outer authority, and the light and shadows of the lineage of guidance. Of cohesive cultural direction. Of “someone older and wiser will show you what to do.” The Mayan family might be pointing to our ancient future lineages — one that’s wiser and intact in ways the modern world isn’t. I just visited the Mayan museum here in Mérida. Something about their society and economy, origin stories, their art, their cosmology, their power struggles— and how their society changed and died and persisted over 3000 years.

Hey Brothers, So as it reads from the last couple weeks, Benny would like to shift to a Thursday night (5:30 pm US PST)/ Friday Morning ( 11:30 AEST) for the call. And the frequency of that call would be bi weekly, with us always having the option to organize additional meetups amongst ourselves as we see fit. Drop a comment to vote yes or no, and if no provide alternatives that would work better for you.

Just realized/remembered the call was switched to today. Sorry for the mix up guys, I was full on focused making special dinner for the kids (family night). ⏱️ Slipped my mind.. I’m voting every two weeks call. Sending big hugs and positive vibes, along uncle Song and Jagers journey to Mana with Kale 🙏🏽🙌🏽🫂 travel well

For most of my adult life, I’ve carried this high level of positivity and a wild amount of optimism. It’s served me well, and it’s lifted the people around me too. I never really let myself get dragged into the darker states, the heaviness, the shadows of my life. But lately — over the last few years in particular — I’ve noticed that shift. Now and then, I find myself slipping into darker places. Even when I try to stay optimistic, I allow myself to drop in and actually feel the things I used to avoid. I’ve stopped fighting it. I’ve released some of that control. I can’t maintain that old “high frequency” all the time anymore… and honestly, it’s wild. But this level of honesty and vulnerability has also set me free in a way. I’m still sitting with it, still figuring out what it all means… but it feels real. And it feels needed. I feel like there is more at play here energetically which is out of my control and that's Okay. Big love, Benny