2012-02-14 2nd journal, Mayan day 5 OfferingTranscript http://www.scribd.com/doc/82146167Intro:Earlier today I wrote one of the strangest journals, yet. Well, maybe it's not that the journal was strange, but the experience I was having as I recorded it was. It was a new way of seeing for me. It was a bit strange and ethereal, with hardly any color at all to it but white light and some contrast – no bright or dark colors at all.So, what is changed? And why am I back here at the journal, again? Do I know? Not at all – just that the feeling, the inspiration is here, so let's go. What lies buried, within?About two or three months ago I looked within, seeking to discover what was my most intense desire of all. I'd been falling into detachment from so many things, more and more, and perhaps wondered what was left. What remained of any importance to me? Was there anything? What was life about? What did I want, or want to do with this life?It may have been partly, too, that the body is getting older, reaching 60 late this year. That never entered my thoughts before, but I do recall recently looking at it. One has surely passed the midway point in life at this age. It's something to consider.So, there I was, looking intently within. What did I find? One thing and one thing only seemed of importance anymore, and I called that integration. Not just integration of my dark side, which I'd been working on for some time, already. No, this was new. It came so clearly to me that what was called for was total integration – that I would truly “find myself.”... Less