Bee Bayou, LA—The title and photo say it all.

Foscue Creek Campground, Demopolis, AL

The rains have stopped. The weather forecast is clear.

I may start a run for the West tomorrow.

Free camping.

Dry air.

Open vistas…

And solitude.

I feel the Pull,

But I’m not sure why I feel the hurry.

Foscue Creek Campground, Demopolis, AL

It rained most of the week.

Today was clear, so I drove westward.

A Corp of Engineers park. Right on the water. Only five other campers.

Quiet. Clean. Peaceful.

More rain tomorrow.

I guess I’ll stay.

Chewacla SP, Auburn, AL—One of the most formidable obstacles facing the mystic is doubt.

How can one have faith and trust in the Unprovable (Her) when faced with a lifetime of conditioned doubts?

My answer below the break (huh?).

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Here’s another one of those “turn the camera on, talk, turn the camera off talking head” videos. Enjoy.

Chewacla SP, Auburn, AL—Today I paid for another week. The still, open woods here feel close and comforting and alive with an ethereal Light. I feel Her in these trees. She is as real to me as if I were nestled in the arms of an intimate lover.

In the afternoons, I hike a secret trail. A trail not found on any map. A trail shown to me by a mysterious old man who has lived here all his life.

The trail leads to a stream and a waterfall and circular pool—a pool where he told me the fishing is good.

But I don’t fish. I have more important things to do.

Here, I have Her all to myself.

I sit on a rock in the stream in the woods and contemplate the thoughts that pull me apart from Her. Thoughts that exist only in my mind, but have a dark power that can cause Her to flee.

So I sit, and I listen, and I watch. I open up and I let go.

Each day I feel less.

And each day She feels more.

Shot with my new Canon T3. Even for longtime followers of this blog, there’s new stuff.

Chewacla SP, Auburn, AL—In my last post, I mentioned how my friend Jim, after his house burned down, was contemplating going nomad—buying an RV and living in it full-time. About a week ago, he told me that the RV he had in mind is a Winnebago Via. He told me he was thinking of pulling a Jeep behind it.

Because it is so short for a class A (25 feet), the Winnebago Via isn’t a very common RV.

Just yesterday, a couple in a Winnebago Via—towing a Jeep—pulled into the campsite right next to mine (photo above, shot from my window).

The entire campground only has one other camper besides me. There are dozens of empty sites. Campers can pick any site they want.

A rare Winnebago Via. Towing a Jeep. Into an empty campground. And camping right next to me. What are the odds?

What Does All This Mean?

How do you explain these ongoing mysterious events—events that I have been blogging about practically weekly since my awakening over two years ago?

Is She trying to remove any doubts in my mind that She exists?

Is She trying to remove any doubts in your mind?

I’ve made a new blog category, Evidence, to start tagging these little mysteries and miracles. Click the link to get them all in one place.

And—because Synchronicity implies God/Her—you should probably check out posts marked Synchronicity too (if you’ve still got doubts).

Just more evidence. Evidence that the less there is of you, the more there is of Her.

Chewacla SP, Auburn, AL—I’ve often said, “The less there is of me, the more there is of Her.” Often, for people who are physically near me, they pick up on Her energy (I know how pompous that sounds, but it is what it is). For some, She hugs them and they reap Her benefits—my mother, one of my former students—but for others, sometimes She’s a little more… forceful.

Sometimes She bites.

More below the break (What does “more below the break” mean?).

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Chewacla SP, Auburn, AL—Last week, I dropped all my students. Then after reconsidering, I kept one.

More below the break (What does “more below the break” mean?).

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Chewacla SP, Auburn, AL—Already I can feel the benefits of my self-imposed isolation, of freeing my mental and spiritual energies and spending the afternoons in Nature. The hikes are “opening” me—revealing subtle knots and attachments in my being.

I’m no expert in either kundalini or the chakras, but lately—as I walk the trails or sit on a rock in a stream—my body from the waist down feels deeply rooted and connected to the Earth, while from the waist up, it feels as open and vast as the Sky.

It is a very intimate connection.

But it’s not a conscious meditation—it is just the way it feels.

And it feels wonderful.

Rood Creek Landing Recreation Area, GA—I’m writing this from a primitive Corps of Engineers campground on the Georgia-Alabama border.

Once again, I have the place to myself—probably because it is going to get down into the 20′s tonight and no one in their right mind goes camping at those temperatures.

My Internet connection is spotty here, so, even though the camping is free, I’ll probably move on to Auburn, AL tomorrow.

Coe Landing CP, Tallahassee, FL—Let us assume for a minute, that what I wrote previously—and what mystics for thousands of years have been saying—is true. What then would be the meaning of your life—this life? What is your purpose here?

Between your last life and this life, something ripped you apart from your Beloved—some attachment to this world. How do you determine what that was?

The trick to finding the meaning of your life is to remember that you intentionally chose this lifetime because it holds the very issue that you are attached to.

How do you figure out what that attachment is? Simple, just determine how your life sucks.

What recurring issues have followed you around your entire life?

Do you have a lifelong…

• recurring or prevalent problem?
• obsession or compulsion?
• unfulfilled longing or dream?
• physical or mental handicap?

If you keep in mind that you chose this life so that you (as a Soul) could grow, then your “problems” can be seen as a form of education and your lifetime as a form of Wisdom School.

The trick though, is not in trying to fix yourself—fixing the “mortal” problem is just a bandaid solution and won’t fix your core attachment—the trick is to transcend your issues.

The trick is to learn to live in harmony with them.

When you live in harmony with Life, you are in want of nothing.

When you are in want of nothing, there is nothing left to pull you apart from Her.

What is the meaning of life?

To find harmony with Life.

Happy New Year.

Coe Landing CP, Tallahassee, FL

I know a secret about you.

I know what you did.

Not so long ago—you died.

You died, you detached from your old, dead body and you dissolved into Her.

And She dissolved into you.

You/Her were One.

You/Her were Everything.

All was Good.

Suddenly though, you felt a desire, an attachment to your past.

That desire, that longing, created a feeling of separation.

That simple feeling of separation ripped you apart from Her.

You and Her became Two.

Feeling separate from Her was agonizing. It was heart-breaking.

And it was all your fault.

You realized that in order to become One with Her again, you’d have to transcend whatever it was you were attached to.

You chose a new life—this life—because it holds what you need to help you overcome the desire that ripped you apart from Her.

You became a human— “you” —and She became everything else.

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I’ll let you in on another secret:

She wants you back as badly as you want Her.

Coe Landing CP, Tallahassee, FL—Moved to a tiny county park on Lake Talquin. I’ve got the place all to myself.

Right on the lake.

10 miles to the state capital.

It’s all mine.

Well, for a couple days.

Silver River SP, Ocala, FL—While I was staying at Wickham Park, I heard of, or saw, four acts of violence (always on weekends, always due to drugs or alcohol).

How does a Man-of-Her deal with violence? How does one handle “God forgotten” moving through Man?

My answer below the break. (Huh?).

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Silver River SP, Ocala, FL—I made a list today.

In solitude, I want to:

1. Refine my teachings
2. Write Mystical Oneness
3. Die into God/Her
4. Contemplate the implications of God/Her
5. Get in shape

Though I’m spending most of my time hacking out computer code, numbers 3, 4, and 5 resonate with me (though I have to admit I’m not thrilled about #5).

Silver River SP, Ocala, FL

The Key to Radiance is Love.

The Key to Love is Connection.

The Key to Connection is Commonality.

Stare at an object. What do you have in common with it?

What do you have in common with any object?

Stillness.

You share the Stillness.

From the Stillness, feel the connection.

From the connection, feel the Love. Feel the movement of Love… Radiance flowing forth.

Radiance is Love.

Radiance is God moving through you: alive, grateful, and celebrating in Herself.

Look at an object.

Feel the Stillness. Feel the Love. Feel God Herself.

The less there is of you, the more there is of Her.

Silver River SP, Ocala, FL—After a long meeting with the guy I write software for, I decided today to do the hop-and-squat shuffle: Make camp for a week or two, write lots of code, move, repeat.

My westward migration will be slow going, but at least it will replenish the coffers.

Juniper Springs, Ocala NF, FL—My home is in the middle of the forest in the middle of the state. It’s a very quiet camp.

I’d like to stay here about a week or so to get some work done and generate some income, but with the tall trees I’m uncertain if my panels will see enough sunlight.

The last three days in Melbourne have been rainy and overcast and my battery banks are down 10%. Depending on the light and the shadows, I may have to move to a more sunny area.

Still, it is beautiful here.

I’m considering pausing all my teaching stuff: the students (down to only six), the Wisdom for Alms, the teaching-type posts, maybe not even answering comments—temporarily making this blog more of an online diary rather than a back-and-forth communications forum.

I’m pulled to delve deeper.

In my video The Hourglass of Enlightenment (recorded, ironically, almost exactly two years ago), I mention—rather off-handedly near the 6:50 mark—that I suspect that there is another “room” below the one I had found myself in at the time of the video. I find myself drawn to that “other room” now.

When the personal self falls away, you fall through the “neck of the hourglass” into enlightenment, but when you start to delve into the mysteries of Will and Synchronicity and Miracles—machinations without a personal “doer”—you seem to fall even further, into a world of “Divine Happenings.” It is toward those depths that I feel drawn.

I guess you could say that—unlike the Implications of the Soul and the Implications of Synchronicity—I feel pulled into looking even deeper.

Deeper into the implications of God Herself.

I write a monthly column for Horizons Magazine. Usually I just take a blog entry and clean it up. This month’s issue is for the new year, so I wrote it from scratch. It could have been titled, Enlightenment for Mystics, but I went with the above.

The body of the article below the break (huh?).

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I’ve decided to stay in Melbourne for a few more days to catch up on all the little things I’ve been neglecting—and possibly my tan.

Though the campground is practically full, the above is a shot of my campsite: the overflow area—empty because I’m the only one with solar panels.

I agree with what a few other campers have told me recently, “You’ve got the best site in the park.”

I had an unexpected day off from family obligations yesterday, so I took my new camera for a walk. I’ve had it over a week now but hadn’t had the time to play with it.

It’s an entry-level DSLR, a Canon T3, but since I shoot almost exclusively aperture priority, I really don’t need anything fancy.

OK, the title of this post has nothing to do with ego stuff—just what has been happening in my life lately.

My parents have moved from a large, four bedroom home to a tiny, two bedroom condo, so pretty much all I’ve been doing the past two weeks is packing and moving and hauling boxes and boxes and boxes. The good news is that we are about done so that chapter will close and my folks can get some rest.

Mom is doing well, and her treatments only leave her feeling weak about two days out of the month. Since her CAT scans were clear during the last doctor’s visit, I’ve decided to hit the road on December 7th, my death day. I didn’t plan it that way, but that’s just when the campsite is paid up to.

I’ve been completely off-grid for the last two weeks. All my electric needs supplied by the sun, my water via holding tanks, and everything else by propane. The park is packed for the season, but I’ve got the overflow area—a large open space the size of a football field—practically all to myself.

Because of my family obligations, I’ve been neglecting my software consulting, and only doing the minimum with my students, but that will change soon.

I’m looking forward to a change of scenery and some much needed down time—a chance to recharge my spiritual batteries.