Uradiance

I love my new Apple Tablet. It allows me to stick my hair in a tiny side jack and access my Avatar, and then I can watch my enormous Krishna blue body flying over the jungle of my mind and I really don't know or care whether I am the one watching or the one flying. I love my new Apple Tab because it is a weight loss technology. F... Y..., Jenny Craig. I just access all the foods I don't allow myself to eat like old fashioned un-enlightened eggs and bacon and hashbrowns with gravy over biscuits side of ham and two chocolate chip waffles tobasco sauce on everything and horribly sweet foaming cappucinos spiked with dark rum and waitress hair, attaching electrodes to my ears from a tiny side jack on my tablet, the virtual tastes and smells induced while watching HD images of food as I slurp like Guy Fiori on Dinners, Drive-ins and Dives and all the time just sitting pristinely on my bed, doing nought, eating nought, staring at my lovely clean Apple Tab and foaming at the mouth... ...

The past returns as the future, but the present is always new. Be hopeless. Drop the quest. Stay here. The whole path is just a breath, falling from the forehead to the heart. Let it be your first breath, your last. May you never be one moment old!

Through the myth of the past and future, I seek security. But right now , I'm helpless and vulnerable. I can't predict the present moment. I can't remember the present moment. I can't believe in the present moment. Yet has there ever been, or will there every be, any moment but the present? My intellect is worthless in this territory. Helpless and vulnerable. All I can do to survive this mom ent is fall down into the heart. And breathe. In the mythic past and future, matter may have mass and density. But in this present instant, all the atoms in the cosmos are sparkling explosions of bliss. I am born in this perpetual instant of bliss. I am never one moment old. It is so terrifying, so beautiful..

1. Enjoy the next breath with gratitude. 2. Take a walk in bare feet & actually touch the ground, feeling the earth with your sole. 3. Watch your worrying mind as a mother watches over her children. 4. No matter how much turbulence is happening around you, become aware of the stillness of space itself. 5. Gaze at the blue sky. See as far into that patch of blue as you can, toward the infinite vanishing point, until your eyes are relaxed and unfocused. Now close them and feel this same vastness inside you. 6. When you are with an angry person, look into their eyes for a few moments just as you looked into the blue sky. Pay absolutely no attention to what the person is saying. 7. Smile for no reason, as a physical exercise. Notice every muscles of your face relaxing, until you sense the face you had when you were a child. Close your eyes for a moment and feel that smile from within. 8. Look at a flower, a leaf, a little stone in your hand. Now take away the name, "flower,"...

There are two ways to handle depression. We can attempt to get rid of the depression. Or we can get rid of the person who is depressed. Getting rid of the depression usually doesn't work. But the effort wastes a great deal of time and money on therapies that fail and drugs with devastating side effects. So if I can't get rid of my depression, why not just rid of "I"? This doesn't require suicide. In fact, suicide is just another self-help technique. Self-help techniques only reinforce the "I" who needs help. After suicide, the "I" returns for another depressed lifetime, needing even more help. Getting rid of "I" does't mean getting rid of life. Quite the contrary. Getting rid of "I" opens the lock that lets life in, life abundant and overflowing, life so vast no little "I" can hold it. Consider that "depression" is simply the world, the world in its actual state: constantly disintegrating, emotionally...

Your truth is a lie in relation to someone else's point of view. Their truth tastes like a lie to you. All truths are lies in relation to God, the absolute Truth. No one can express That: therefor God too is a lie. Understanding this, be free of truth. Rejoice and play in the shoreless phantasmagoric ocean of lies! Respect my lie as you would have me respect yours. Honor every sincere and passionate viewpoint, not because it agrees with yours, but because it is true to its own lie.

Ruby-eyed Thanator of Navi moon, sweet-breathed Leopard of Dante, Jaguar of the West who swallows the sun, totem of maidens who bear stars in the dark womb of Art: show me the way of the Goddess, show me my truth and power, what I was conceived for in dawn's unutterable longing, when the sleeping circle of Wisdom sprang to life, feline and wild as midsummer sun on salt waves rolling over the sands of a planet just born in the clarity of these awakened eyes, eyes of Earth's and Air's daughter. Because of You, I meet my end in my beginning, the tail of the Panther in its own teeth. Because of You, I am the cat-like infinite possibility of Fire emerging from Night. Because of You, all-devouring Wisdom, I am bold to pray: devour all, devour all that does not reveal me, devour all that is not my song, devour all that empowers not love, devour all, devour all but Beauty!

On Sunday morning I love the priestless ceremony of Quaker Meeting. The minister is each of us, ordained by the power of simplicity. Silence is the sermon, Presence the ritual, Breathing out, the offering, Breathing in, the Spirit's gift. No one even has to say, 'Amen'. The wood thrush said it at dawn, waking the world to this First Day.

In the village of Isthisall, in a hut under an apple tree, lived a peasant named John Wanderer. One night in a dream, he met an old woman who called him to a Great Adventure. He was delighted, as any of us would be, for we all secretly believe that a Great Adventure awaits us, if only the Call would come. It's an old story, our story. A maiden has been captured by a dragon, who keeps her in a castle tower. There's a treasure in the dragon's cave, which you must pass by before you may enter the castle. The hero is called to free the maiden. The hero, of course, is you. And when you defeat the dragon, you possess the treasure and marry the maiden. Now in John's dream, the crone gave him three talismans: secret tools of success for the Great Adventure. A magic shield of invisibility? A light saber? Winged sandals for flight? No, the tools in this story are even more powerful. They are our talismans too. John stuffed them in the belt under his tunic, but they were so light ...

Meditation means listening to the live-stream of Being without words. We seldom realize that, beneath our mind's chatter, there's a vibrant flow of silence that nourishes, heals and creates life. Dive into what makes flowers grow and birds sing. In meditation, the only word that counts is the word that dissolves into silence. If you meditate with a mantra, let it go. If it's a real mantra, letting it go will open the flood-gate of Being. There is no word that can help you understand God. Using words to understand God is like using cups to measure the ocean. If you want to experience the depth, you must throw your little cup into the waves, then dive in after it. There's no life guard on duty to save you, no life-preserver to keep on on the surface, no snorkel to breathe through. In other words: no savior, no religion to wrap yourself in, and no technique of meditation. Don't even cling to your breathing. Just tell yourself, "This is my last breath," an...

In heaven there’s a sign: “This Space for Rent." God lives here now. He loves to walk barefoot on this dusty road brushing the cheek of the child who trots along beside him. He reaches down to touch the contagious hand. He pauses to fill the mad woman's eyes with his eyes. Their faces are mirrors leaning together, hollow corridors of wonder. We're all like that, just lead and emptiness, polished by his glance. He came here for this gazing. What sparkled in the stars shines inside us now. Think I’m kidding? Try this breath.