to accept all of me, that is. In the west - shorthand for monotheisms and athiesm - I am told there is a primarily dead universe and no God or a primarily dead universe and a God. I am shamed by the athiest (rationalists) for accepting many of my experiences as real and guilt tripped and taught to think of sex and my body as bad by the monotheists. Emotions and desire judged all around. So off the east. It sounds better at first, more acceptance of odd experiences, more love of nature - theoretically. A certain expressed interest in spontanaity - think ZEN. But then after a bit, here we go again, fear and anger judged. Control of the body worshipped. Disidentification with many parts of myself that are just as much holy and me as the spark of consciousness in the upper chakras that seems to want to be the only spiritual thing. The west and it's brutishness or deadness or the east with it's internal fascism. No. Not for me. There is something deeper. If you listen you can hear it calling or feel its pull.