Infinite Edgeless Vastness

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, beyond time, and timelessness  i have a separate awareness,  she claimed   as claiming laughingly continues impersonally and… read more…

Falling Through Fear and Surrendering

Once upon a time, I had major control issues.  Well really, for most of my life.  Let’s take, for example, 1991, which was a fertile year for panic attacks, anxiety, and agoraphobia with a near meltdown. Around that time, a friend and I watched the movie Silence of the Lambs which of course, triggered all my repressed… read more…

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 I began looking more deeply into the Eastern religions and philosophies. Something akin to Grace swept me… read more…

Addicted to Me

In last month’s post I wrote about believing in a consensus reality with a personal me located at the center of experiencing.  We’re wired in this centric way to survive, so lets go a bit further into how we are programmed and addicted to this imaginary self we believe ourselves to be. For as long as we… read more…

Removing Ourselves from Ourselves

Consensus Reality 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 if I ever considered all the beliefs I had accumulated about life, about reality, about… read more…

Perhaps a Book

Happy New Year to you dear pilgrim friend!  May all your days in 2018 be full of laughter, insight, surrender, and love. I am compiling a first draft of a book about the pathless path. I was writing from a rough outline but now see the writing is writing itself in a direction that surprises me.  So we’ll see… read more…

Winter Solstice Gifts

I awoke at sunrise today and welcomed the Winter Solstice rays into my soft belly. Winter’s fading light yields to the darkness so we may dive deeper into the nature of this Mystery, this Creation, this appearance of what simply is. Over the decades I’ve come to see the Winter Solstice as a perennial teacher reminding me… read more…

2018 Saturday Self-Inquiry Group

2018 Saturday Self-Inquiry Group The Self-Inquiry Group at Juniper Level Botanic Garden is for ardent pilgrims, ready, at all costs, to turn inward and discern the illusory nature of the personal self and reality and seeing aware presence hidden in plain sight. Here are a few recommended books if you are unfamiliar with the philosophy of “not-two.” The Perennial… read more…

Thinking About Thoughts?

When we begin to soften, to let go a bit, and perceive with an attitude and lens of not-knowing, we ease into vulnerability, rawness, and a willingness to meet and greet what is appearing instead of living in our mental processes (thinking, thoughts, ideas, beliefs, memories, and imaginings). A deeper understanding of what is appearing resides beyond… read more…

Longing

Most of us long to fix and improve ourselves and make an imaginary entity (a me) feel better, even more spiritual. Religions are famous for perpetuating this notion of being a separate and personal self in need of redemption.  We innocently turn to spirituality, religion, alcohol, drugs, sex, and money to fill the emptiness we feel as… read more…

Anxiety and Panic as a Teacher?

Seems we all have stories of how best to deal with anxiety and fear arising in the body. Those of us held hostage by chronic panic and anxiety sensations usually have compassion for others experiencing this cocktail of chemicals and hormones racing through the body. For years I was on a mission to learn and practice any… read more…

Glimpsing Perfection

I kiss the lips of oblivion and my name is abyss. So deeply washed as this mystery I cannot comprehend or explain how I’ve awakened as an endless swoosh of the cosmos through my heart. The ideas and beliefs conjured as imaginary Anita seem so selfish and small now as seamless emptiness breathes the body and dances… read more…