My tears always come from a revelation of hidden truth. As if the frames of perception themselves liquidate out of my eyes so I can see clearly again. This story made me cry the first time I read it in Charles Eisenstein’s book, “The More Beautiful World Our Hearts Know Is Possible” and every time I have watched it since. Because to me, it is a true story. Whether actually true or metaphorically true, it doesn’t matter. It is time for us to come together.
To gather, to rise, to love, to LIVE! You are not alone. I promise you, you are not alone.
Thank you to Aldous Massie (@aldousmassie) for the beautiful animations and illustrations and Jon Hopkins (@jonhopkins) for the incredible score of the film, featuring @vylanamarcus.
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