Greetings pals, watch out. I just got back from the Rom Doss retreat that happens twice a year in Hawaii

So I'm gonna be way too sappy. I'm gonna be too. I'm gonna attempt to be poetic and even worse

I'm gonna attempt to be spiritual so get ready to get annoyed with me

But I don't care. It's my podcast. I don't want visible dark critic who floats out there somewhere in the periphery of this fucking listening audience

I don't know who you are. I don't know where you are. I don't even know if you exist man

Most people seem to like it when I go on and on about spiritual stuff, but in my mind

There's some dark, arachnid-like creature that sits hunched over his awful web made of piss and fucking bitches about my podcast

Do himself which by the way might be a little on the self-flattery side because who the fuck am I to think that there's actually

Arachnid beings out there especially critical arachnid beings out there that listen to my fucking podcast and talk shit about it

But this retreat really got me

This one, I mean the people who come to these retreats. They're the sweetest people

You're looking at the entire spectrum of spiritual seekers. We've got folks like Jack Cornfield who

Maintained a vow of silence for something like a year and a half no words coming out of his mouth

to

People like me who are like drinking my ties during Kiertaun

But something happens with that mix of people. I don't know what it is

But I have some of my favorite conversations. I

Meet people that are some of the coolest people that I've ever met and you run into folks who are experiencing every

Single

possible thing that can happen just about their people who come there with only a few weeks left to live their people who come there

pregnant their people who come there freshly divorced their people who go there and get married and so you get this

wonderful

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