Habitual Brain

It nearly took my breath away the first time I discovered how deeply programmed the brain seems to be.  It’s appears to be hijacking attention by spinning a story of what is unfolding each moment as life. I watched my …

Embracing Mystery

there is a source a true self, a soul, she said and she fell through knowing embracing mystery… appearing to be and appearing not to be songbirds and stars shouting this mystery selves searching to find what is closer than close, …

Charactering

I opened our local newspaper this morning and saw this nondual comic while looking to see if my name is listed in the obituaries as Carl Reiner suggests. Apparently I am still here. I took myself quite seriously until the early 1990s when …

A Me Wanting to Be

Let’s dig into the tendency to make meaning of what is appearing. When peeling the proverbial nonduality onion we often see duality as a concept to be hacked, dissolved, erased, believing duality is the problem.  Most, if not all of …

Intellect

Many are obsessed with intellectual accomplishments and use the body as a vehicle to service the brain/mind. This is can be quite satisfying to those addicted to information and knowledge. When it’s all been read, said, studied, and analyzed, the …

Chew on These

Naming and labeling are mental devices reinforcing the creation of a separate me living across space and time. So logically, a name, a label, or a concept is not the thing appearing.  Since language is how we mostly communicate, here …

Surrender and Silence of the Lambs

Today we’ll walk towards what frightens most of us…surrender, falling through ourselves and letting go.  Before 2011, reading sentences like the previous one would have sent my heart rate soaring as I had major control issues.  My control issues were …

Removing Ourselves from Ourselves

Have you ever pondered the beliefs we cherish about the world we perceive? For instance, do you believe in an external, concrete world that’s tangible, independent, and outside of you? Most of us do, I did, until someone asked me …