What I look like and who I am are two totally different people. Inside, there is almost no one left. At times I feel nothing but this radiating flowing outward (no nouns, just verbs). But what people see on the outside is almost completely different…
I have been told I look “Guilty”, “Dark”, and “Like a Mean Mother Fracker” (“Fracker” isn’t quite the word they used). I’ll never be an Eckhart Tolle. I often feel the wonderful clarity of Source, but my constitution has too much Yang energy to ever maintain that serenely stoned look that is so popular these days with the nondual spiritual crowd.
Sadly, my physical bearing reflects this Yang energy. Yesterday, as I walked up to a campground check-in hut, the old guy inside said, “You look like the Man of Steel.” “The Man of Steel,” his wife echoed in a near whisper.
Man of Steel? More like Man of Firm Jello. Still, I did a quick check to make sure my blue tights and red cape weren’t showing and said, “Huh?”
“You strolled out of the woods without any wet weather gear, walking as if you don’t even feel the rain, and you headed straight over here like a man who knows exactly where he’s going and what he wants,” he said in explanation.
As a matter of fact I did know exactly where I was going and what I wanted. I was going to his shack to get directions because I was lost and had no clue where I was going.
As for the rain… well, what they call rain out here on the west coast is what Floridians would call a drizzle. If they ever saw Florida rain, they’d go running for the hills thinking the world was coming to an end.
As I said before, if you’re going to take a lot of pictures – you ARE going to get wet.
Plus, ponchos are for wussies.
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