Ten more years pass.I'm fifty-five years old, and my life has settled into a rhythm I never imagined possible in my youth.I teach one small seminar per semester at the Institute—intimate discussions with advanced students about consciousness ethics, integration techniques, and navigating the impossible choices the field inevitably presents. These eight students per year are my primary contribution now, and they're enough.I continue writing. My second book, Crisis Ethics in Consciousness Practice, was published three years ago. I'm working on a third now—a memoir about Alaska, Ravensbrook, and the twenty-five years of aftermath. It's the most personal writing I've ever attempted, and the hardest."Why write it?" Adrian asks one evening, finding me stuck on a difficult chapter."Because my students need to understand that even experienced practitioners struggle. That impossible choices don't get easier with time, you just get better at carrying the weight." I stare at the screen. "An
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