Brezsny is forcing me go all Will1am Hung on your hineys.
Whirl-Zap-Gush (the Supreme Being formerly known as God) has choreographed a rigorous dance for you to do this week. It has a mix of primal and elegant elements; it's both meditative and profanely funny. A good title for this mysterious spectacle might be "Holy Ruckus" or "Sacred Uproar." As always, of course, you have free will: You can refuse to do the dance as Whirl-Zap-Gush has choreographed it, and instead go off and try your own spontaneous improvisations. But for maximum beauty, truth, and fulfillment, I suggest you stick with the divinely designed moves.
Look for later posts describing my coworkers' reactions to this sacred dance.
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