The Heresy

We’ve been misled. Every major religion that features God or gods — every single one of these religions, is off-kilter. Partially wrong. God does exist. God is the source of  us, and everything that is. However, God’s nature remains largely unknown to religious people today, obscured by the misconceptions perpetuated by religious mythology which inevitably multiplies God into dualities and trinities or divides God into attributes with names and qualities.

Thank goodness for Quantum Physics, breathing new life and truth into our understandings of the nature of reality — God.

God is. God is One. Unity. One heart-mind Awareness, watching through countless eyes, beating through infinite hearts, moving through winds and amino acids. Knowing and greeting itself through space-time through form, in its every possible permutation, before dissolving again into formlessness, and then repeating the cycle.

God is not a bearded, white-haired white man. God is not a thundering father in the sky. God has no anthropomorphic qualities whatsoever, save that humanity is an atom in the ocean of God. Humankind is man in somebody’s image, however, there are many possibilities here. One is that all that exists is also made in God’s image, for God is infinity in a singularity.

God can be found more clearly in music and mathematics, in geometry, art and physics, than in any religion as it exists today. Those who are able to find God within a religious context only do so after stripping away the dissonant concepts and marrying the intuition of the heart. The Knowledge of Good and Evil.

I now hereby reclaim the rightful divinity of the symbolic Mother Eve, and her consummate wisdom in choosing to eat from the trees of divinity.  As it stands, we have only the discernment between Good and Evil as our moral compass. It’s our only tool, our only weapon to fight the lies of the real snakes in this whole mess.

Still, it’s a great boon. Discernment between Good and Evil is something that children understand especially well.

Truth is good, especially when it’s wielded with gentleness and care, and not as a bludgeon.

It’s a fact that Genesis is sourced from pre-existing Sumerian mythology, with symbolic twists narrated into the tale to support the structures intended. While Genesis may be partially true, metaphorically speaking, an unconscionable amount of it is twisted beyond recognition. As a result, women are bereft, and all people, subjugated.

Serpents represent the transmission of knowledge. They do not represent evil. And why shouldn’t a person eat from the Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil? For, if we do not know within our own hearts what is good from what is evil, what are we? Automatons. Slaves who do as bidden, without question.

Or misguided assholes who ‘Do what Thou Wilt, for that shall be the whole of the Law.” Alistair Crowley’s philosophy is that of the slave owner, the slave-driver, or the one who considers that their personal power and knowledge frees them from the repercussions of their acts.

So according to Genesis, we are to be slaves. According to the ‘enlightened,’ we are to be morally free from Good and Evil.

In both cases, it’s a losing scenario. On the enlightened asshole hand, we’re incapable of being anything other than animals. We descend into materialism in the name of spirituality, forgetting our divine natures, mistaking power for divinity as the densification of matter increases.

On the other hand, the one of the automatons, do you really think that the One that created all this has need of slaves? A desire for obedience? An ego that needs worship? Who would ascribe such human shortcomings on the magnificent, incomprehensibly-awesome nature of God? Doesn’t that seem a little — Satanic?

And isn’t it obvious that slavery enslaves the slaver? That we are owned by our possessions? Just try to pick up and move house to another place, try to quit your job, try to be free of your materiality. And see the complexities we’ve made for ourselves.

“These are things that humans can’t understand,” some will say.  “God wants this for our own good.”

Now that is an interesting argument. So let’s examine it, shall we? If God wants anything at all, (let’s say, equilibrium, or tension, in the way that gravity wants mass) why would this directive be to pray five times a day, or to attend Church once per week? What’s in it for us? Why would God communicate this to us as a way of helping us?

“If I fail to practice one day, I notice. If I fail to practice two days, the critics notice. If I fail to practice for three days, everyone notices. ” – Violinist Itzhak Perlman.

We must remind ourselves constantly of our own connection to divinity, and of our own divine, non-dual nature. Otherwise, we forget. Everything in duality is conducive to this forgetting. The material world conspires to make us forget. It is only through constant, frequent exercising our free will and discipline to meditate or pray or listen or sit in silence, that we can remember our spiritual relationship to the rest of creation. Only through frequent time-outs from daily life and duality can we recall who we are, and what we can do.

Let’s try this thought experiment. I would like you to focus on your breath, and the rhythm and process of your breathing. Notice the inhalation, perhaps a slight pause, then the exhalation, followed perhaps by another pause. Inhale. Exhale. Fill up. Empty out. Rejuvenate the red blood cells. Expel the gases.

Now consider the Big Bang idea. Isn’t the  creation of the universe, some 13 Billion years ago, the semblance of a cosmic exhalation? From singularity to the complete creation of billions and billions of stars? Did you know that the number of stars in the Milky Way is equivalent to the number of neurons in a single, miraculous human brain? Is such symmetry coincidental?

Mystics know that it is not. “As above, so below,” this is the hermetic wisdom. Creation is a nested reality that mirrors symmetrically through the cosmos. This is its cosmic nature. And at the smallest and largest ends of the cosmic scale, things get cosmically weird. Enter String Theory. If you listen to some of these scientists speak, their exalted findings rival the most moving sermons. God exists. God is here. God is everywhere, and in between. God is in us. And while we will never comprehend it while entombed in matter, we can intuit it well enough to get along.

Since this knowledge does not lend itself faithfully to words, I will leave it to those interested to follow a trail of Reeces Pieces embodied by this article. Quantum Physics leads us undeniably and directly to God. So does sound, light, frequency, vibration and entanglement.

Ham – inhalation – Sa – exhalation. So – inhalation, Ham – exhalation. God breathes us into being, moment by moment, breath by breath, and also, thirteen billion years ago until some unknown point in the future, in this Day of Brahman.

It is well attested that the Egyptian Sphinx bears marks of being underwater; geologists put the Sphinx at least back to the Younger Dryas, a period dating back to the age of Goblekli Tepe, @9500 – 11,500 BC. And while the stone pyramids of Egypt cannot be dated, and were once covered with a now-missing layer of polished stone, they are different from all the other pyramids in the world yet found, in that they embody geometry, mathemetics, Processional knowledge, trigonometry, the Golden Ratio, and other advanced math and physics. They are like mute libraries of super-advanced knowledge. The neolithic native Khemetians of what is now Egypt were left with perfect enigmas.

At first, it would seem that they honored this legacy. The Khemetians turned their astronomical observations into a cosmology. The gods represented heavenly bodies and earthly processes. Nature-based spirituality is not at all opposed to the true nature of God. Shamanism, nature-religions, and pagan rituals are equally sacred. The sacrilege came when man placed himself as custodian over other men, over women, and over Creation itself.

The ancient Egyptians (Khemetians) believed that their soul’s hearts would be weighed upon death by ‘goddess’ Ma’at, who represents Balance. Those with hearts as light as Ma’at’s feather would go on into the afterlife. However, those hearts heavy from evil deeds would be eaten by a crocodile-faced god. And so, for the early part of Dynastic Egypt’s glory, humans were largely inspired to be good, and to do good.

Later, though, Thoth appears, also known as Djehuti, and by other names. At his appearance, the scales of Ma’at change. They are now shown with a heart on one side, a feather on the other, and a priest (perhaps Thoth himself, that enigmatic being of many faces who was as credibly evil as he was enlightening) with his hand on the side of the scale with the feather, weighing it down to counterbalance the weight of an evil, heavy heart, to give it a pass to the afterlife, even though it was too heavy to qualify.

We know now that as Egypt progressed, or regressed, as the case might be, as gold became a medium of exchange in Sumer and the lands beyond to Egypt, that priests began to take payments from the wealthy, in exchange for their intercession with the gods on behalf of the person whose heart was to be weighed. This corruption disrupted the mechanics of the working religion.

We also know that the Pyramids of Giza (and the Serapeum, upon closer examination) were originally silent, speaking, singing, proclaiming realities only through their enigmas, geometries, trigonometries, and implications of the mastery of gravity and space. The writing that came later in the form of hieroglyphics was a lesser representation of the truth embodied in these older structures. Nevertheless, the ancient Khemetians did know something of these inconceivably advanced metaphysics.

It was Akhenaton (Amenhotep IV, father of the unfortunate King Tut) who tried to wrest the power back from the corrupt priests, focusing his ‘new’ religion on the idea of a single god, Ra, the Sun. It was closer to truth than the state of affairs among the priests. But it wasn’t quite right. And as history shows, the Empire Struck Back. Man, having tasted the power that he imagined the gods to possess, became vampiric. He wasn’t about to let Truth get in his way. The priests retained their power, and the Egyptian civilization accelerated in its devolution, adopting the slave-mentality and material culture previously  introduced in Sumer.

Later, Plato (a phenomenal misogynist) tried to convey the idea of the Monad, the Duad and the Triad. His Cave Allegory is a wonderful metaphor for duality and the non-dual reality, which I would call God. Plato and the gnostics identified a ‘Maker,’ a ‘Demiurge’ responsible for the creation of humankind, who was a lesser being than the Monad, or the non-dual source. God.

The Creator, the Demiurge, was a-very powerful being, full of intention, but the Demiurge was not The God. Plato thought the Demiurge to be good. Gnostics thought him evil. Genesis, as it stands, resembles, to me, the influence of a demiurge with a hidden agenda. So, yes, I would consider him more evil (self-interested) than good. A being with a huge ego. The source of the Upside Down. The beginning of mirroring the mirror to distort the perception of reality through the superimposition of thoughts over the perceivable truth of our senses.

Today, we are not sophisticated enough as civilizations to grasp and attend to the the historically-understood metaphysics of our greatest noetic minds. We prefer to think of our sorry selves as more advanced because we’ve managed to engineer material reality into a semblance of the innate magic we have lost. Nowadays, it is ironically the scientists, the mystics, and the  intuitive researchers alone who have the nerve to grapple with the true nature and dimension of divinity.

While its true that tradition and conservation have purposes, uses and places in our cultures and civilizations, the degree to which we blindly follow the paths that others have cut for us in no way assures that we’re not lost, nor that we’ll eventually find our way home.

Home is where the heart is, and thank Eve, our hearts can know the difference between truth and lies, between good and evil. Thus, a person can only forge their own path through this treachery of human ambition and ignorance as it’s played out through history. The Game of Telephone shows how a single word may be distorted as a message is passed down the line. How much more so our scriptures, books of words, and through their long ages?

May you listen deeply enough and long enough to discern the truth and goodness through the instrument of your own enlightened heart, and find your path back home through the lies and snares that pit us against each other, and against our own best interests.

As this article is already too long, I thank you for reading and for taking this journey with me today. I hope I’ve inspired you to do a little research of your own, and to questions the assumptions and beliefs that you’ve inherited, to favor the knowledge you have earned through personal experience.

 

Big Updates: Plot Twist

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Hello, and welcome back. It’s been a long time since I posted — I believe, the last post was about the Chixclub Crater in the Yucatan, Mexico, after I returned from the area in September. It was just really, really impressive to learn about the idea that 166 Million Years Ago, there was some kind of collision in the Asteroid Belt between Mars and Jupiter that created a new family group of asteroids, called Baptistina 298. Then, 65 million years ago, something (Jupiter?) ejected this asteroid from its family and belt, causing it to strike the Yucatan in Mexico, wiping out the dinosaurs, and enabling the rise of mammals and primates.

Lucky for us, huh? And so many pretty cenotes.

A lot has happened since then. And not just on Earth, but since I went to Mexico in September. The biggest personal thing is that the book I’ve been working on for 4 years, a novel called ‘Paname‘ set in Paris and focused on Islam, has been deemed (by me, after enough hard work and lots of consideration) dead in the water. So four years of work have been set aside. I tried not to lose it. The advice is to bite off something smaller to chew. The problem is, my interest is not smaller. It’s bigger.

So I’m again going against the advice of successful experts and am turning instead to my bigger lifelong interest: Cosmology. Where do we come from? Where does life and sentience come from, and how did they develop?

So, I have an epic story that is at least a trilogy that has been in progress for over 10 years. In that time, many scientific advances have been made that actually advance the overarching plot of the epic.

Apparently, in our country, cross-disciplinary ‘experts’ don’t collaborate. You don’t get physicists and cosmologists and biologists and chemists and archeologists and historians and leaders of each religion, etc., work-grouping to solve problems. It’s very frustrating for someone who really wants to know the whole truth, and who can feel it when any of the ‘experts’ are ‘off.’

I’m not the first person to attempt to gain this understanding, though I may be the first person to try to write a series of novels based on my understanding of something of this scope and scale. Novelist, Jean M. Auel was more focused, choosing a short, prehistoric timeline to hypothesize. She earned acclaim for her (fantastic, awesome, amazing) Clan of the Cave Bear series, known for its accuracy to the sciences of prehistory that were known at the time of its writing.  It was a series that took place during the time on Earth when Cro-Magnon Man and Neanderthal co-existed. Much speculation has been made about the apparent disappearance of Neanderthals about forty-thousand years ago.

There is a Canadian freelance historian, and now I cannot find his blog, (TBA,) who created a human history timeline, 4.54 Ga to Present, which is more cosmological in nature than the one that you can find on Wikipedia, for example. He actually looks up papers on new discoveries to modify theories and does not discredit scientists who buck the institution, creating alternate possibilities for timelines of how we got ‘here.’ His blog has some very interesting information, listing of patterns, and connections between events that are not normally made by the scientists updating Wikipedia because — they don’t talk to each other.

There are a number of scientists — physicians, archaeologists, anthropologists, chemists and mathematicians — who’ve been shunned for bucking accepted science when presenting new evidence which would negate old understandings and update them with new frameworks. I love these scientists, and watch and read them all. Science, like Religion, has inadvertently become that mean bouncer outside the Truth Club. He only lets-in and raises-up the ones who won’t dare to undermine what Science and Religion think that they already know. Because that would endanger their power. Which means that for them, while Truth is the goal in lip service, holding onto Power is the goal, in reality. Truth is something which, shhhhhhhh, they don’t actually understand yet.

“Blind belief in authority is the greatest enemy of truth.”

― Albert Einstein

Fortunately, we have the Institute of Noetic Sciences, and SAND, working to bridge these gaps. Some of the associated scientists there, like Julia Mossbridge and Dean Radin, have been able to work with ‘woo-woo’ while keeping the scientific gatekeeper-wolves at bay, maintaining their reputations and credibility. Part of the reason behind this is because they are geniuses on a scale that cannot be denied. Julia is creating ‘Loving AI’ while Dean is — well, you just have to YouTube him and you’ll get it. He does magic.

I will be naming the scientists who contribute to my research at some point. I have memory issues so please forgive me because what I do remember that isn’t documented on the spot is pretty random.

Other inspirations for my current epic: There’s a book which ignited my imagination as an adult almost as much as A Wrinkle In Time did when I was a child: The Gods of Eden by William Bramely. A book that was written in search of  ‘why do we go to war?’ and whose conclusions are truly extraordinary, touching on human origins in new ways. Which leads me to Carl Sagan, the Grandaddy of Cosmology. Or was it Einstein? Speaking of Cosmology, we also have the LHC (Large Hadron Collider) in Switzerland, making little black holes as physicists play with dark matter and accidentally break laws of Physics in order to better understand nature. Yup, every time you break a physics law, you get a tiny black hole. Oops. (Why doesn’t this scare people?) And, we all know that AI is probably already taking over and will become sentient, inevitably. Most rational people do have a twinge of anxiety about that.

But most importantly of all, and Stephen Hawking said so, is, well, bollides. Asteroids. Meteors. Comets. I’ve been doing a lot of reading and youtubing in Astronomy, and these things really make me believe that maybe we shouldn’t worry so much about anything because there will be Absolutely.Nothing.We.Can.Do.About.An.Inevitable.Overdue. Asteroid.

Now, I know that sounds depressing, but it is actually really, really inspiring. When you look at life and history and objects the way I have been doing in my research, it is such a miracle that anything even really exists at all. The ordinary is truly God right in front of our faces. It’s a really good story. And there can probably be many true paths through it, to tell it. But anyway. Full circle from my last post, Impact Events.

I’ve stopped working on Paname and am now reworking Mystery School, a novel set in ancient Egypt, a story about a female scribe chosen to attend the Mystery School for Initiates, also during a time of transition in prehistory. I’m using as much actual research as possible, especially forbidden research, while incorporating the spiritual side lost to formal sciences that has reached me personally through the teachers and lessons I’ve had. I tell the story from both a (my) theoretical historical standpoint and as an attempt to purify or correct whatever dilution and corruption of the messages through time, medium of communication, and culture, because, well, there’s gonna be a Mystery School involved. But if you’ve ever read that fascinating but dense book Initiation, by Elizabeth Haich, my story is (hopefully) a cross between that, and Harry Potter. The Egypt novel is at the core of the Great Mysteries that interest me. But it has to be consistent with what we know about time, space, our Solar System, and everything else going on before it. And, after. Makes my head hurt a little.

There is an overstory.

The Egypt story will refer to Zep Tepi, the name of another novel in the series. Hey, I’ve been inside the Unas Pyramid which refers to Zep Tepi! (Hi, Mirka!) Sadly, Anthony West, a giant in forbidden Egyptology, has recently died. He had been working on a documentary called Zep Tepi that will probably never be finished, so I hope that my version has resonance to that which might-have-been. My story will emphasize the principle of sound as a carrier of intention, and a race of beings possibly known as Elohim, normally Watchers in charge of Milky Way Maintenance, who intervene in Earth affairs in 70K BC, when the Sumatran Toba Supervolcanic catastrophe bottlenecks humanity down to 10K individuals. The Elohim (or an assigned other species/race) alters the human gene for speech, which changes everything. There will be a competition between language, music, and geometry for the clearest carrier of information to the stressed, reduced branches of the Homo tree — Neanderthals, Denisovans, Cro-Magnon, Florensis, etc. The birth of Egyptian civilization will be shown from the Elohim point of view.

And this story will bring us to the third novel set in the present, The Secrets of Eden, which about a secret system set up by the Elohim from the very beginning to prevent and correct the effects of entropy and misuse of power that have resulted in humanity’s slavery and assured self-extinction, and to ensure that life’s accumulated knowledge, like a living Wikipedia, remain intact before the Final Impact to Earth as far as life is concerned. That’s the idea but there’s still a lot of malleability there. You could say the series is still molten.

You like? I hope so. Now, can I do it? That’s a whole ‘nother enchilada. Pray for me, because as far as I can tell, I have no where near the narrative skill to express my philosophy through suspense. But that’s the idea for the novel, because, in the words of Physicist Sean Carroll, books are the last resort of scoundrels. Cause I sure ain’t gonna get no stamp of approval from any academic or religious authority for my work.

Authorities and me, I dunno. I try to be good. I really am very compliant, to my utter limit. But some people get angry with my observations, and are always trying to ‘learn me sumptin,’ like Ishwara once observed, while we walked through the rainforest volcanos of the Big Island of Hawaii. What interesting karma. I’m glad I’m not the only one living in a Chinese curse. In Duality, that is.

Incidentally, the youngest landform on Earth, volcanic Loihi, still submerged, has been building up East of the Big Island.

Next, I might be posting a Theoretical Timeline of Actual and Hypothesized Events from the birth of Sol, our Sun, 4.54 Billion Years ago, to the birth of Earth, and the Moon, and the Oceans, and Oxygen, etc. This will be the timeline I’ll use for my overstory plotting. I’ve already written at least half of Mystery School.

Hang in there, love, inspiration and calm to all.

Om, Shanti, Peace Peace Peace.

Find your lost pet, save a life with this tip from K9 rescue

Cat ZenLosing a pet can be traumatic when it ends badly — there are even pet loss chaplains. When I lost my beloved cat last year, I went through many phases. First, everyone said she’d be back, but by day 10, we knew that the chances were diminishing. This was an indoor cat gone walk-about near Penasquitos Canyon, where coyotes roam. That’s when I got on the phone and started calling lost animal retrieval folks, even though I didn’t have 10K to find my feline.

From animal psychics to K9 search and rescue, there are many people in the business of helping you find your pet, scams and all. It was day twelve when I talked to a professional out of Washington state, who told me this tip:

“Your pet knows your individual scent best, and your scent is strongest in your sweat and urine.”

He advised me to cut up used socks and anything sweaty that I could part with, into one or two inch squares. He told me to collect urine in a bottle. Then he told me to transfer it to a spray bottle, and to go out of the house spraying every few feet and leaving fabric and spray on bushes and vegetation.

“The idea is to spray out several paths in a half mile or so radius from one’s home, to guide the pet home. Like the little matchstick girl.

I put the spray bottle in a handy dandy brown paper bag, and when accosted by a suspicious neighbor as to what I was doing, I said, ‘Looking for my cat.’ That mystified him enough to leave me alone, so it may be useful in case you, too, are busted spraying your scent on public trees and shrubs in search of your beloved animal companion.

Then — the last thing was to leave a way for the animal to come in of its own accord during the night. We propped open the patio door, just four inches. At 3am, we heard meowing, and lo, my beloved kitty, practically weightless from lack of food and water, sat in our living room table, clamoring for attention, glad to be home.

I am so grateful to the K9 search and rescue professional that I often call the numbers on lost petads to tell them of this technique that worked a miracle for us. Let this column help those it may. Good luck, and please pass the technique on.

Priest No More

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I had a lot of time to meditate on the day after Thanskgiving. With my cat (feline soul-mate) dying of multiple organ failures, I was in quite a state. Nevermind the shock and grief at her sudden decline; I had to pick her up from critical care in Tijuana, bring her back across the border to San Diego, and then, when she displayed neurological encephalitis within five minutes back home, rush her back to Tijuana. Followed by a trip back across the border, empty cat carrier in the seat beside me.

Driving to my Tijuana vet takes twenty minutes from my house. Returning home across the border takes three to seven hours depending on the time and day. I sat in my car for more than eight hours that day, no internet, no phone calls, no radio. Just thinking about life and death, the preciousness of it, and how quickly all can be lost.

My cat wasn’t lost yet; she was fighting for her life, and thanks to the gracious, generous, and affordable vets in TJ, she still is beating the odds. However, my thoughts took another turn to a different kind of loss. One that had been with me for years. A grievous spiritual loss, which became, over time, a repetitive trauma, and then, one scarred over. A loss which I had refused to accept, and had therefore dragged around with me like the cremated remains of a beloved pet.

When I got home that evening, I wrote and sent my resignation letter to my Roshi. This was a huge thing for me. Terrifying. My spiritual life has been, for decades, the totality of my identity in the world of duality. I’m bisexual, but that’s no identity. I’m of Greek descent, again no identity there. I’m female, but I forget until some guy slams me or makes me out to be crazy just for challenging the status quo. The only thing I say, when people ask me questions relating to identity, has to do with spirit. God. Consciousness. Awareness. In this dualistic world of mandatory occupations and identities, I’m an enlightenment hag. Like a ‘fag hag’, but, I spend most of my time getting into the zone with spiritual types. So, who am I, then, without a title of priest to certify, quantify, and give my ‘brand’ a stamp of patriarchal approval? Who am I without a sangha? Without my own sangha, which I created, people who still may love me and wish to stay together, title or no title?

I didn’t just drop my religion this week. I lost dear friends. There are literally a hundred or more people that I feel deep love for that I will never see again. There are rituals and events that I will miss. There are relationships that I feel I can’t live without. One-sided relationships which I’ve been living without already for years, making up the part of the other person supposedly involved, because they had to care. Didn’t they?

And what of my students, gems and sources of frustration, beloved friends and peers in our adventure of life? I was convinced to remain a priest for their sake, initially, when I first almost found the currage to leave my zen order. But what can I possibly offer them in this relationship with my network that lacks integrity?

Standing alone in this world is suicidal. That is why I call upon all my sisters, and brothers who uphold our dignity and demand that our voices be heard, to stand with me, to help to create a new kind of dimension. An invisible island of aliveness, where things that have no cohesion to the greater whole will not stand.

Am I being vague? Alright, then. The Patriarchy is over. You have been Mother Earth’s honored guest, and look how you treat her. Your time is over. The patriarchy would have you think that someone, thank God, knows what they’re doing, so just trust them, and everything will be alright.

It’s a lie. Everybody is improvising. Don’t fall for it.

I stand for truth, beauty and love. Exposing my foibles, my emotions, my humanity, that is my humility, for you. I could pretend to be great. How would that serve you? That you could be fallible human beings, like me, and still know ecstasy, divine grace, and unity? That is a miracle. For this, I give gratitude today, and every day for the rest of this life script that has yet to reveal itself.

Amen.

Wolverine The Yogi — Required Reading for Spiritual ‘Students’

Death: Not What It Seems

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After today’s meditation in our Blue Sky Zen Morning Service, I’m convinced that Death, once the “dust” and the emotional reaction to dying, settles, feels like meditation.

That to be dead is to be pure awareness, consciousness so vast that it perceives itself.

It hears the birds, and the neighbors walking by, and those sounds are oneself. It sees bugs crawling on the flowers on the altar, and it is the bug and the flower too, which now fills the awareness for love, in love with its own beingness.

There is no need for embodiment, for movement is in the awareness, and it is everywhere. Embodiment into form is actually a type of prison, and formalization, a containment into individuality, that which is not individual in its fullest form.

I’m afraid of the pain of dying, the loss of my attachments and loves, but truly, nothing is ever lost. All of our dead beloveds are right here, in the space between our atoms, our cells, the molecules that individuate us, and all the space in between.

Death is a grieving of a loss of companionship in individuated form. But that person is still here, still integrated into the vastness of consciousness.

I had a dream once that I was in a car that plunged off a cliff.   I was in the passenger seat, terrified as we crashed and died. But the dream didn’t end there. Then, I was dead, but it was hilarious. All I could do was laugh, because my fear had been so ridiculous, for everything was already the same. Just no particular body.

It might take some time for this insight to be integrated into daily consciousness, but it’s a relief, and it’s a biggie.

OASIS: Photography From Around The World

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Awe inspiring waterfalls of lush abundance in Multnomah near Portland, Oregon.

OASIS is an online gallery of galleries — curated photos of inspirational places from around the world.  Visions from my eyes to yours. You’re welcome to join and receive updates when a new place is added. My aim is to leave the viewer refreshed, with a greater sense of wonder.

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Torrey Pines State Park is a majestic coastal sweep in Southern California.

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The Japanese Zen Garden in Portland is an exquisite haven of tranquility and harmony.