This video was shot yesterday outside Minden, LA. I misquoted myself—I should have said, “There is only one thing in this entire Universe which is permanent, and whatever it is you are clinging to, that ain’t it.” One of the disadvantages of the “Push ‘Record’ – Talk – Push ‘Stop’” video production method.

Topics mentioned in this video:

• The Eugene Drama (page forward from here)
• The Three Owls
• The House Fire
• The Winnebago Via

Kisatchie National Forest

Everyday I re-read my miracle log.

And nearly everyday something magical happens, so I add to it.

My conditioned mind, out of habit, resists Her.

But the evidence in the log is overwhelming.

I want to live true. I want to live and act as if She were real.

Consciously I know She is—but my actions don’t always reflect that.

My subconscious resists.

So everyday I read my log of miracles.

And everyday the resistance weakens.

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You weren’t born with faith (or the lack thereof)…

You were conditioned.

Conditioned by your family, by your culture, by your own decisions made as a youth.

You were programmed—you were encoded.

Your core and basic assumptions may not be true.

Maybe it’s time to re-evaluate.

Re-evaluate what you believe is real.

Such a simple mental exercise.

And yet we resist.

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.