August 21, 2017 12:02 PM
Mystics and photographers share a common interest: the Light is everything to them.
I sat in the doorway of my van and watched the Light gradually soften and fade. I felt the inevitable. … Read more…
Here is an excerpt (actually, everything I’ve written so far) from my latest book, Being God: A User’s Manual.
You can right-click on the link and then download it, or just click the link normally and read it online.
It’s best viewed full-screen with Two Page view activated (if your PDF reader has that option).
Feel free to print it, share it, link to it, etc.. It’s a gift. I hope you like it.
Part I is a first-draft. Part II is a rough draft (pre-first-draft, straight from mind to digital paper).
Part I: The Descent is complete (as far as I know), but Part II: The Fog still has more to come. Still to be written (when the book comes out): Part III: The Confusion; Part IV: The Ascent; Part V: Being God; and Part VI: The Practices. All are subject to change of course.
Here’s the excerpt:
Please forgive any typos, errors in grammar or punctuation, general stupidity or logic flaws. I tend to fly without a net.
The root of all divisiveness is confusion. It is the belief that “They” are their ego stories.
I may have seen through my own ego story, but I still struggle with seeing through the stories of other people. I still inadvertently confuse the vehicle (gender, race, citizenship, roles, past) with the driver (Clear, Loving, Awareness).
But I’m tryin’, Ringo. I’m tryin’ real hard. … Read more…
I sat in the doorway of my van and stared out over the river. The contrast between the beauty of Nature and the divisiveness of the online world stuck me.
Why are so many people angry today? Why does it seem like everyone is attacking anyone whom they see as different?
The river burbled. The tall grass swayed. The clouds floated. Boundaries vanished and I expanded and disappeared and became One. Tao. Harmony. Peace.
And, from deep within the fog of my ancient memories, my Frog Master whispered:
Thoughts. Thoughts are Man’s blessing. Thoughts are Man’s curse.
A moose crossed the river.
Feeling blessed, feeling guided, feeling… confirmed, I raised my camera and took a photo of him.
And all the while, the river burbled contently.
The primary barrier to inner harmony is believing in fantasies. Specifically, the fantasy of the ego story being real.
If You can perceive it, it can’t be You. Two things: You (whatever that is) and a second, separate thing that You are experiencing.
Two things: You and not-You. … Read more…
Every time I re-enter Civilization I’m always hit with cultural shock and a mild depression. Though city and town folk are surrounded by the wonders and benefits of modern society—immersed in the benefits of urban consolidation—they all seem so stressed and dissatisfied. It’s nothing to pick up groceries or auto parts or home supplies or the mail. Stores to satisfy your every need and desire lie right around the corner. Urban dwellers have direct and practically immediate access to medical services and government benefits and employment and education and libraries and …. The world is the urban dweller’s oyster. Yet they all seem so unhappy and frustrated.
What gives? … Read more…
Waiting in Charlotte for a flight down to Ft. Lauderdale, I sat and watched all the people dealing with delays and waits and tensions and boredoms. You don’t have this opportunity often when you live the way I do.
What do all these people have in common? What do we all have in common (besides staring at our phones too much)?
We are all filled with Clear Loving Awareness. It is what makes us the same. It is what makes each of us Divine.
We all know we exist.
We all are acting from Love.
We are all Aware.
Behind the fog of the me-me-me thing, everyone is the same. Everyone is You.
As I took a break from writing—the first since I last wrote—I stepped outside and saw what looked like a small, thick stick on the ground mat outside my van.
Feeling so in touch with Her—because of the writing, because it felt like we were writing in collaboration—I stepped over to examine the stick more closely.
As the cricket flew off with a rapid click-click-click-click, I smiled in joy. Tears of gratitude filled my eyes. It was beautiful.
She is everywhere and in everything.
Here’s what I/We wrote this morning for Being God: A User’s Manual. Rough, direct-from-mind-and-heart-to-digital-paper-no-editing, draft. … Read more…