The Key To Kindness

The Great Don Quixote

The Great Don Quixote

YUMA, AZ

December 23, 2016 3:50 PM

The key to kindness isn’t Love. Love is a requirement for kindness, but it’s not the key.

The key to kindness is to be proactive.

As I was leaving a Starbucks this morning, I heard a slurring voice—a voice with pain and suffering in it—off to my left asking someone for some spare change. As I glanced over, the couple acted like they didn’t hear the poor woman and hurried away. … Read more…

Charles And My Primo Site

The Home of Charles

The Home of Charles

COTTONWOOD, AZ

December 1, 2016 7:00 AM

I had just pulled into a primo site I knew about outside of Cottonwood, AZ. A site I’ve used many times before. It’s flat and level. It has a nice shade tree and someone has taken the time (a lot of time by the looks of it) laying out boundary rocks all along the edges. Fast internet too. Close to town. Lots of privacy. Everything I look for in a dispersed camping site.

Primo.

Just as I stepped outside to re-admire the place, to admire the work someone had put into it, I see this old, beat-up clunker of a vehicle pull into a spot a little further up the road—a lousy spot, a horrible spot, a spot I wouldn’t think twice about passing up—and I thought, “Anyone driving a heap like that must be very down on their luck.” … Read more…

Consciousness During General Anesthesia

The Awareness of Nothing

The Awareness of Nothing

COTTONWOOD, AZ

November 30, 2016 4:14 PM

“Oh! You’re awake!” the startled nurse said as she quickly snatched a breathing tube out of my mouth.

“I just had a very cool experience,” I replied. … Read more…

The Collective Love

Fog in the Desert

Fog in the Desert

OUTSIDE CAMP VERDE, AZ

November 23, 2016 12:02 PM

As I was driving from Prescott to Camp Verde this morning, I kept getting hit with wave after wave of Love. After each “hit” I’d revel in it for awhile—revel in the miracle of it—then my mind would start to wander and I’d get hit again.

Over and over and over. It was wonderful. It was all the love the travelers throughout America were feeling as they thought of the loved ones they’d soon be seeing. … Read more…

The Moment (TaoGod(I))

Approximate Size of my Kidney Stone

Approximate Size of my Kidney Stone

S. OF ASH FORK, AZ

November 1, 2016 10:38 AM

I’m always amazed how my life consistently “lines up.” How She—the Divine—manipulates my world so as to teach me, or others, something new. I didn’t understand the message of the Kidney Stone before.

But now I do.

From the book, written this morning just after I woke up… … Read more…

Love From… ?

A Scene From The Road

A Scene From The Road

BISHOP, CA

October 20, 2016 3:06 PM

I awoke last night filled with love. This is happening more and more lately. It’s not like I’m trying or practicing or doing anything different.

It’s just happening. … Read more…

Giving and Getting

A Pleasant Little Stream

A Pleasant Little Stream

STREAM-SIDE, WEST WALKER RIVER, CA

October 18, 2016 3:34 PM

I placed two DVDs I had bought last night on an outdoor table where someone would find them. I had burned them to my computer and didn’t need them anymore. Then I walked next door to get some coffee.

As soon as I stepped up to the counter, the barista gave me a free breakfast sandwich because she’d made an extra one by mistake.

Sometimes it works that way: Do a good deed. Get a good deed. Usually not that fast though. It felt conscious. It felt grateful. Like I’d given Her a gift and She’d given me one right back. … Read more…

The I AM Trials

Day Use Only (Now)

Day Use Only (Now)

CARSON CITY, NV

October 11, 2016 4:42 PM

I’m always amazed when I see the hand of TaoGod working behind the scenes.

A major quality of the I AM Aspect is to view life like a dream. To see how inconsequential events ultimately are. To recognize the fleetingness of them. To deeply understand that nothing, nothing, can ultimately affect you. … Read more…

The Moment (I AM Aspect)

Six Hours Later

Six Hours Later

RENO, NV

October 9, 2016 8:57 AM

In Spiritually Incorrect Enlightenment, Jed McKenna wrote

I look upon Civil War hospitals and Nazi death camps and children’s burn wards with the same eye with which I look upon bursting gardens and starswept nights and laughing babies.

I wonder how he’d “look upon” pliers to his testicles type pain? … Read more…

The Bird

Of Snow and Ice and Light

Of Snow and Ice and Light

EAGLE LAKE, CA

October 3, 2016 4:06 PM

I awoke to white. To a layer of snow and ice. It explains why I have the camp all to myself—everyone else is smarter than me. Or they are lousy photographers. Because when the weather is bad, the shooting is always so very good.

I climbed out of bed and dressed and stepped outside. It was cold, but not that cold, not enough to head back inside. The air was so still. What is it about mornings like this? The silence? The solitude? The beauty? I love them, I love the feel of them. She—the Divine, my Lover—lies so close, just below the surface, just below visual perception. It is mornings like this where the artist senses Her—sees Her. On mornings like this, the artist feels compelled to paint Her or write about Her or put Her to music. Or he lifts his camera in a futile attempt to capture Her beauty. … Read more…