There is nothing more ordinary than relationship, and nothing more sacred. Every moment of contact, each glance, misunderstanding, or pause between words, is life reaching through us to meet itself. We are never outside of it. Even silence is a form of contact. Even withdrawal leaves a shape in our lives.

The Sacred Predator does not arrive in abstraction or imagination. It comes to look through our eyes, to signal through our body, to act from within our marrow. When we act in its name too soon, we risk mistaking our baggage for its sight. We risk moving from unexamined indoctrination, from wounds unhealed, from immaturities undeveloped, or from the Protector Self that imitates fierceness but is fueled by defense and survival. The Sacred Predator does not confuse itself with

All of us belong to the miracle. We benefit greatly by releasing our attempts at being in the driver's seat and letting ourselves be danced by the terrifying wisdom that is more ancient and extraordinary than even the greatest mystics among us can grasp.