Walking Away: Leaving the Guru Behind

Many years ago, when I knew I needed to walk away from a teacher, I struggled. To leave would mean leaving my community behind and that broke my heart. My inner knowing was strong and persistent as hell, so I knew I couldn’t stay. I didn’t truly know why I had to leave; I just …

Unconditional

I love unconditionally, even if you think I do not. It matters not if the love I am is returned, whether it is handed back wrapped inside conditions, ignored, denied or wholly misunderstood. I love regardless of how foolish it makes me look, or what another may think of me. I am love and love …

Does It Really Matter?

Does it matter if life is illusory or real, if this a material world like most everyone thinks or a dream? It looks and feels real, it offers sensations and feelings that attest to its realness. Discovering what this is only matters to the ones attempting to escape their reality, and even that is not …

Out Here Where There Are No Rules

what are you willing to trust in to rest in with absolute certainty it’s a big step to stick your neck out to risk failure to hazard the break-up the chance of endangering the fantasy but you can’t know if it’s real or not until you begin falling it’s the reason most of us are …

The Myth of a Vengeful God

This is a bit of a long, playfully snarky satirical piece. I had no idea where this one was going until I was done. If you are easily offended, happy with your Bible stories, and your version of forgiveness, you might want to skip this one. What must it be like to believe in a …

The Mind Trap

Today has been an interesting day. While mowing an acre of grass, taking a hoe to the vegetable garden, and enjoying a three-mile walk with Sophia, I’ve been pondering life, this appearance of duality that is physically dubious and yet remarkably, manifests shamelessly as the material world. It is the veritable impossible dream. I’ve been …

Life’s Little Secret

I can pretty much guarantee that few will be interested in this little secret, because it is the rather large lie, the frustrating fallacy, the charlatan concept that is ardently guarded by riveting, nearly unconscious resistance. I used to encounter that same thing when I’d write about death. That little idea doesn’t seem to be …