Remember in Las Vegas, when you thought all the blinking lights n’ slot machine jinglings were real?

Any notion that pitches the belief our body, soul and energy is anything more than our ‘small self’ is now crushed, plasma torched, melted down, hack shopped, and flatbed delivered to the scrap metal yard in a peaceful, warm hearted way.

Join me just outside of Las Vegas, where we’ll stumble outside to see our shining images reflected off our Airstreams exterior. We'll imagine egos coming and going, just like well used RV’s.

See you soon...