I’ve had the honour, privilege and terror of looking into cosmic mirrors.

Psychedelic misuse, mental break down, family struggles, emotionally violent relationships, suicide counselling, training, my partner’s health battles and the evolution of her consciousness.

Through these life chapters I’ve had the confronting privilege of seeing into the abyss – and yes, find it staring back.

I’ve been a victim of bullying, I’ve been a bully. I’ve been unlucky, I’ve been blessed. I’ve seen the world through contrasting viewpoints.

None of them are true, yet all of them are true.

I suspect deep in the core of what it means to be a human in ego, we have a machine for turning perspective into truth.

Ask one scientist if it’s a wave, ask another if it’s a particle, they both answer ‘yes’ – and claim undeniable proof.

The implication can be confronting.

‘The thing I look at is that way because of how I look at it.’

What makes this so confronting, exactly?

I used to find the idea of a cosmic mirror super scary… until I started telling myself better stories. Truths that help me show up how I want to show up despite the brutal facts of my reality.

Below is one of my absolute favourites, a real banger.

Life conforms to the stories we tell.