Sitting Frog

Sitting Frog

I sat on a rock, by a brook, next to a field, on the slopes of Mt. Hood – meditating. In the brook, on a rock sat this little frog. While both of us sat there for nearly two hours, I was the one who tired first. How is it that a frog can sit for two hours with nothing to do while it drives most humans crazy? I thought on this during that meditation session…

(Edit 11/2/2013: That question (and the reality of it while sitting there), How is it that a frog can sit for two hours with nothing to do while it drives most humans crazy?  is what initiated the shattering and dropping away of my personal self.)

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In Contemplation


I’m back at my desert/river/gorge boondock site. It didn’t make any sense to me why I would come back here, but I went because… I was drawn. I understand now why I am here.

Contemplating, meditating, growing. More later – when things have settled.

Waking Up

Waking Up

For the last week or so I have been waking up – experiencing first-hand what is often called enlightenment. It is tenuous though, so I have been hesitant to update this blog as much as normal because the act of writing and relating re-activates the ego (the conditioned Wayne), which, though weak, is waiting for his chance to jump back in and grab the reins.

Still, I want you all to know that I am all right. When the ego, writer, photographer, Wayne-illusion gets too strong, I seem, for now, to be able to do a short meditation that brings me back to recognizing myself as Source (the still, radiant, oneness within all of us).

Funny thing is… it has been there all the time. Source is what is seeing these words that your mind is reading (Source(You) is perceiving what your mind is translating).


Fuzzy Fly on a Hard Rock

One of the most amazing things about this sense of Oneness is realizing with absolute certainty that what perceives the light and images that my eyes see, is the same thing that perceives the light and images that this fly sees. Realizing that what has been perceiving through my eyes my entire life, has been perceiving through every living creature since time began. I am that, the fly is that – you are that.

Why? Because if you look closely, you’ll see an infinite openness which is perceiving your thoughts (reading these words, seeing the photograph) – an infinite openness which has no boundaries. Perception is Source. Perception is Spirit. Perception is God.

Transitions Part II

Clouds in the Gorge

More random thoughts during this transitionary period:

  • It was the frog who started this. He made it clear that thoughts were what were blocking me from truly “seeing.”
  • It is getting easier and easier to slip into full Oneness: Active meditation, then Presence, then Perception, then Oneness.
  • Thoughts should be felt as resistance and tension, blocking your awareness. Allows them to be naturally and gently released.
  • WayneX feels like some other life. Reading old writings/blog posts seems almost as if someone else wrote them.
  • Spending about 50% of my time here just sitting and looking – feeling it, in awe of it.
  • Isolation is critical to strengthening this state. Concerned that too many distractions or social interactions will cause me to lose it before it has “quickened.”
  • It’s interesting how unconsciously I felt the necessity to finish converting my books to ebook format and being done with all projects. Like the subconscious knew what was coming and was “clearing the decks” for it to happen.

A Dream of a Mask

Plant Art

Last night I had a powerful dream:

I walked into a wind surfing store and said, “I want to wind surf.”

The salesman pointed to a wall display and said, “You’ll need a mask first.” The “masks” that he pointed to, were some sort of safety helmets. The helmets were hinged at the top, with a solid colored back and a clear, plastic front. The front plastic, though, was shaped into a mask, a different “face” on each one.

It was obvious that you put the hinged part at the top of your head and clipped the front and back together so your head was completely enclosed.

The salesman handed me one which had a clear, see-through image on the front which he told me was the son of Medusa. “I think this one will fit you nicely,” he said.

I looked at the disgusting face and told him I don’t want a mask.

Then the salesman said, “You won’t survive without a mask.”

Your Thoughts – Your World

Self Portrait

As I spend these days in contemplation, it has become increasingly clear that whatever your mind focuses on, that mental image becomes your world.

Focus your mind on Jack Bauer fighting terrorists and even though you are kicked back safely on your sofa, terrorism becomes your world.

Focus your mind on problems at work while washing the dishes, and though your hands are covered with soap, the problems at work become your world.

Focus your mind on anything but the present moment and your world becomes an illusion.

Ironically, focusing your mind on this moment – focusing your attention like a videographer making an art film – reveals a world full of wonder, beauty and bliss.

Watching TV is a pleasurable escape – but tormenting ourselves with problems that aren’t present is a sad and senseless epidemic.

Why I’m Not Pissed Off

Dying Pine Branch

Every enlightened teacher tells you that there is no way to teach a person how to recognize their true self (enlightenment). I should be pissed off with them because it seems to me that there are some very simple steps to waking up and if someone would have pointed these out to me, I wouldn’t have wasted most of my adult life futily pursuing dead ends. But I’m not pissed. To me, all that futile seeking means nothing.

Perhaps the problem is that the major (living) enlightenment teachers either woke up the traditional way meditating for decades (Adyashanti), or via the “surprise” method from severe depression and suicidal contemplation (Eckhart Tolle). Naturally, to them, there is no way to “make it happen” as to each of these, enlightenment kinda “popped” for them.

I could be wrong, but it seems to me that enlightenment should be fairly easy to teach, so my guinea pigs readers, the next few articles – hopefully – will help you to recognize yourself as the Witness (the see-er of your experiences) and not the ego story. In many traditions, the Witness is seen as the ultimate level, but which I’ve come to think of as Stage I Enlightenment. If everyone were at Stage I Enlightenment, there’d be no wars, no murders, and no need for billion dollar defense budgets, so it’s probably good enough for most of us. Stage II Enlightenment is Pure Consciousness, but since I’m still shifting in and out of that, I’ll hold off talking about it as I want to speak from experience, not theory.

Funny thing is, I’m not pissed at having spent the majority of my life seeking enlightenment. Not in the least. That’s one of the cool things about it – you realize that this moment is all there is and events that happened to “you” (your body) in the past are completely irrelevant to You (as the Witness). It’s very cool.