SUBJECTIVE means from within, that which is below. The female principle. Instinctive domain.

All starts from below, from an inner core. The seed below the ground. The child in the womb. Every agent is firstly a subject, like the subject of a sentence. No one can claim to start with that which is beyond him or herself. All we think and observe and do and feel, all these carry a subjective basis. We can only fool ourselves in believing otherwise.

The subjective mood is low, slow, dark, minimal. It carries grea potential, like a black hole, or an egg. The subjective sphere is where all come together as one, it is the place of healing, of vision and of connecting. It is the domain of the child. It carries danger and holiness, extreme compactness and the unknown.

Reality most probably did not start with a big bang. It started in the subjectivity of all, in a brooding silence, in an ocean of formless promise. None of us started at the moment of birth, full of blood and noise. No, we started in mystery, in a microscopic fusion of elementary organs. And we incubated in eternity before the first rays of light entered.

Let your HA! experience builds itself from there. Let the floor be truly cleared, let you stand still long before you move. Only then might the promise fulfill itself in ways you simply cannot plan or imagine.