OREN. Vision.  Driving home from Perry Park, after a work session with D, I saw Oren in my mind's eye. He was holding a long-bladed knife in his hand, that was dripping with bright red blood. Oren was looking at me with piercing eyes. Wordlessly he was telling me that if I do not accept the challenge of fully entering into relationship with him, that he will put me out of my misery. Unless I fully engage our Passion, he will put the knife to my throat, as an act of mercy. I could see him cutting me open from clavicle to crotch, so that I might mercifully die, rather than frittering my life away. I felt the purity of his love for me, his unflinching desire for me to FLY. Tears flowed from my eyes as I steered the car. I realize that I cannot halfway engage Oren. He will not accept such behavior. I don't want to dishonor our connection with half-heartedness. It terrifies me to consider the level of courage and honesty that Oren is demanding of me. Levels that I've always talked about wanting to embody. It's time to really walk the talk.