I have had a longstanding interest in both science and spirituality, and since I don’t even know what these words mean anymore, let’s just call it a longstanding interest in desiring to know and understand the experience you and I have found ourselves within. This process of coming to know has been alive within me since early days, and it has been fueled by my daily encounters with a broken world, with a self whose […]
In A Course of Love, Jesus notes that “the animation of form with spirit is an ongoing aspect of Creation.” He says this is not a timebound dynamic. This is every moment. It was there at the Beginning. It is there right now. It will always be there. It is what is happening… Spirit is peeking out at us right now from behind and within everything, including the stale self-concepts I jam like boulders into […]
Let us begin. The room is dark and empty, and filled with silence. Keep in mind: this is not the type of silence to which we’re accustomed, a silence that is the inverse of noise, the silence that pervades space like a Propensity For Action lying in ambush. No. This is before that type of silence. This is emptiness. It is not even a room actually. It is not even space. Space, you see, has […]
I have a confession to make, and it is related to the recent reflections on power. The purpose of this blog is the transformation of the world. This may seem naive, ambitious, ridiculous, inconceivable, prideful, or as I am coming to see it- perfectly reasonable and natural. I should point out that I am in the camp of “two or more gathered in my name”, and don’t think that more than a handful of people […]
Wings aflutter, like a curious dart connecting invisible dots across the sky, a collage of frozen frames- a beak, a wingtip, an eye- excerpted from whirling Possibility, a solitary thrush comes in for a landing on a crackling braid of steel, a stranded iron dance hall populated by troupe after troupe of Hertzian dervishes, a fire brigade of magnetic flowers opening, blooming, and then collapsing into electric echoes. Twenty stories above the desert floor, head […]
Time capsules are intriguing. Your elementary school teacher encourages you to round up some receipts, a few movie tickets, maybe a back-of-the-envelope journal entry with your favorite candy bar or song written on it, along with a note of encouragement to your future self, and then you and your classmates shove all these notions into a box or a tube and bury it. Kickball, the old standby, would probably have been a more thrilling recess […]
You… Is that you? Inside of me? I can feel you passing from one world to the next, the way the sun passes between the days, with shadows fleeing from the brilliance. I go about my day. You go about yours. We are entangled without intersection. What do you call this superposition? I looked but you were gone. I saw moonlight beaming on a field of curled grass and a wooden hatch- another one of […]
Heartsense is neither commonsense, nor nonsense. It has a logic, but it’s not the type that requires premises or grammar. Its a logic that bubbles up once in a while inside of you and leaves you smirking at the sky, chuckling, another long held supposition put paid by a delicious ‘Aha!’ It goes something like this: I was mistaken, and I’m not happy about it, but it was so delicious to be found out. These […]
Some days I am more afflicted by my view of history than others. What I mean by my view of history is the set of instructions, assumptions, patterns and perceptions that I have agglomerated within myself, that I carry around tucked inside of me like a bolus of half-eaten horsecrap, portions of which I take out and mentally deconstruct from time to time, but which I have yet to moreorless rear back and hurl like […]
Nearly fifteen years ago I took a six month class on the life and teachings of Walter Russell. (If you don’t know of Walter, it is worth taking a moment to scan this quick bio.) Walter was an amazing person, (like you and I), who among other things created a home study course entitled A Course in Cosmic Consciousness. The group in which I participated met once a month for an eight hour session to […]
Embracing Forever 