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…

The Moment (Inner Ego)

The Remains Of The Lover's Breakfast

The Remains Of The Lover’s Breakfast

HOOD RIVER, OR

September 7, 2016 10:35 AM

The Inner Ego Aspect is all about our core personality. Not our roles, not our beliefs. Not our Me-story. Deep, ingrained personality traits. Traits that are practically impossible to change on our own, yet still change all on their own. … Read more…

Why I’m Coming Back

A Vehicle For Participating In Life

A Vehicle For Participating In Life

JOHN DAY DAM, WA

July 16, 2016 10:12 AM

I’m not getting much done on the book. I’m not at peace. There’s too much pain being shared in the world right now… and I’m feeling it. Without peace, the book feels forced. So I’m not working on it.

I’ve heard a hundred times—thousands maybe—that the enlightened don’t need to reincarnate, that they only come back to help others (the Bodhisattva Vow).

That’s BS pure and simple. Not the Vow—the Vow is wonderful, even natural. The BS is the “I’m enlightened, I’m at peace with everything” thing.

They just made that up.

That or their definition of “enlightenment” means Dead.

Life—to live—isn’t so simple. … Read more…

What I Mean By “Less Of You”

The Road Less Traveled

The Road Less Traveled

CRANE PRAIRE RESERVOIR, OR

July 7, 2016 9:33 AM

“This is ridiculous,” the Brain said, “The spot is too sweet. Someone will be camped there. It’s stupid to go so far out of your way.”

As I pulled down the dead-end road and saw all the trees leaning in, and the road in disrepair, the Brain said, “Well, maybe only hunters use the camp in the fall. Maybe She was right.”

Just then, a white pickup truck (the mysterious pickup?) appeared down the road and the Brain shouted, “Ah ha! I was right. The camp is taken! You’re a fool Wayne, you’ve always been a fool! You need to start listening to me more. When will you learn?” … Read more…

You Are So Much More

Following The Path To Its Natural Conclusion

Following The Path To Its Natural Conclusion

UMPQUA NF, OR

July 4, 2016 11:12 AM

I wrote the following last night and this morning decided not to post it. Too much unprovable theory. Too much mind. Too much noise.

A few moments ago though, as I was sitting on a rock on the River, She whispered, “Someone needs to hear this.”

So here it is. Please don’t expect me to participate in any discussion of this (too much theory, to much mind, …). Not my thing. The only point that appeals to me is the last line:

You—whatever that is—are beyond this silly world. You are so much more.

Happy Independence! … Read more…

Garth

A Light Stone On A Medicine Circle

A Light Stone On A Medicine Circle

UMPQUA NF, OR

JUNE 30, 2016 5:20 PM

Garth came down from his campsite—a campsite I hadn’t known was there 12 hours ago—and asked me how I’d slept and I knew She’d whispered to him in the night. Spiritual people tend to pick up on Her vibe. … Read more…

Enlightenment and the Family

The Only Shot I Could Get Without People In It

The Only Shot I Could Get Without People In It

LAKE ISABELLA, CA

June 11, 2016 7:26 AM

Being free, waterfront camping near a large city makes this a popular spot with families trying to stretch a dollar. Practically all the campsites near the river were taken… but not my favorite. After 450 miles of driving, She saved the site for me—or made it available just before I arrived.

I know I should be used to it by now, but I’m still surprised when—against all odds, She lines Life up. I’m always grateful though.

The banks of the river are filled with families and tents and kids and dogs. Young, financially struggling families escaping the heat of Bakersfield.

I’ve been thinking about families a lot lately. Maybe that’s why She guided me all the way out here to the busy and populated side of the Sierras… to think about families and Mystical Oneness and how they interact. … Read more…

The Arrival

Preparations For The Fall Burn

Preparations For The Fall Burn

NEAR FLAGSTAFF, AZ

May 19, 2016 4:13 PM

As I was pulling out from my vast and pleasant and private camping area… they were pulling in with their vast and giant fifth-wheel.

“You found my place,” I said with a smile. A polite smile, but not one of joy. More like the reluctant acceptance of the inevitable.

“Yeah, we were going to stay down the road, but friends kept calling us and now there are about ten other rigs joining our group, so we thought it best to make camp here.”

I knew it was too good to last, but She had gifted me this place for almost two weeks—and all to myself—so I can’t complain.

“We love Flagstaff. We’re going to stay here all summer.”

I was hoping to finish the book proposal before moving on, but now I think I’ll just finish cleaning up the outline, then take a week to do some traveling. Send the proposal off sometime after that.

The scouts have scouted and reported back: The weather is beautiful and the snows are gone…

and the Great Nomadic Horde has arrived in Flagstaff.

Denying The Divine

Patterns of the Tao

Patterns of the Tao

NEAR FLAGSTAFF, AZ

May 9, 2016 10:18 AM

The main series of insights from the other night revolved around a previously hidden pattern in the 9 Aspects and a re-defining of two of them—the Shadow and the Ascetic Aspects.

As the mental reassembly of the Aspects came together, I started to contemplate what I meant by Mystic. In doing so, I got the great idea that the Divine isn’t required for one to be called a Mystic.

My logic went like this (keep in mind, it was around 3 in the morning): … Read more…

I May Be Here Longer Than I Thought

The Bug I Wasn't Aware Of

The Bug I Wasn’t Aware Of

NEAR FLAGSTAFF, AZ

May 8, 2016 10:15 AM

“I totally get Radiance and Emptiness,” Michelle said, “but I’m not so sure where they fit in with the Aspects.”

Yesterday, as my mind and mouth began to answer, TaoGodHer whispered seductively into my ear, “Dumba-ji, you need to listen to what Michelle is saying.” (Dumba-ji is the spiritual name TaoGod gave me. It’s sanskrit for what roughly translates as “one who is a dumb ass.”) … Read more…