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Contents
cknowledgments
ntroduction: un-JENing jen
ear ye
thousand times a day, this is how i am reborn
eering into me
thousand times a day, this is how I die
8 years in this body
am therefore i think
ead space- beyond the mind
od knows!
he sculpted with nothing but love
e are the coming of the light
o my beloved collective
y unbirthday
ood job, Self!
hat do i know about you?
here are you?
n finding peace
abel me, label you
ow to explain water to a fish?
hat do you really want?
our radiant sky
o place like home
here is a crack in every thing, thats how the light gets in
i
he thing about innocence
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i, valentine
ou who
he destiny of mind
he long division of mind
ome are here for the ride
ets flow
attle axe
ff you go
irque du judgment: welcome to my circus of knowing!
ets go see a show!
oly mother
ood morning beloved
2 flavors and then some
ee you, see me- its all about the we
hrough you, but not of you
ont be a meat head
rdinary gifts
really dig your moves
eloved inside
ts raining- yay!
ental fireworks
ross over
ove loving itself
here is no need to seek that which you are
nteresting places
he healing machine
hange is grounded in the unchangeable
ow, what a relief!
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ou run this show, not the mind
ont believe the hype
n self-inquiry
alancing at sea
uru shmuru
here is a blob in my head, and its not a booger or a brain
ests
ou are One great indefinable mystery
ou are IT
ant touch This
eing in awe
ou be it
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acknowledgements
hanks goes to the absolute manifesting in this now. The hearts knee bend
n honor of its infinite display of perfectly arising forms throughout thi
razy life, it holds all forms up equally, reflecting bright light of divi
ove in everything.
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Introduction: un-JENing jen
was born 1973 with neuroblastoma, cancer, which appeared as a large tumo
cross my spine that metastasized into the kidney. As things would have it
lived close to Stanford University, where they were doing experimental
otal body radiation on adults. The cancer had spread, but my mom, raising
rother and I alone, and the doctors figured I'd die anyway, so they made
ecision to blast the cancer. It worked! The radiation wiped out the cance
ut left me with fried insides, insides that function more like an old ladhan a 38 year old.
ancer left me with strong identifications with and attachments to the bod
rowing up, I hated it and, at the same time, fed off its sickness to sati
he small sense of individuality I had, some thing that made me feel
pecial, and that was being a sick person. When I wasn't sick, I was makin
yself sick. I was addicted to sick. The mind and body were only ever happ
o assist me in my addiction to sick. From birth to about 25 was a perfect
hit storm of chaos, you name it, I did it all to extremes, just like a
unkie, but I was an experience junkie. I couldnt get enough of life inxtremes, however it came had to be better than it was, or something like
hat. I dropped out of high school, ready for the next best thing.
married a much older man as a young teenager, and in the course of the
rief marriage adopted a broken, abused 6 year-old special needs kid. I wa
ivorced and raising her by myself by 19. That was also its own shit storm
erfect chaos, I'm sure you can imagine! She's 25 now and doing well in a
roup home. Life is a grinder, we all seem to get pretty cut up here, but
ome it seems worse, the injuries of experiences are deep and often resist
ealing. My daughter is a being who moves through the grinder, cuts beamned, she still smiles. She is a real inspiration. Around 25, I had a
ecessary intellectual awakening. Up until then, I was purely emotionally
riven, it was a necessary raw force to navigate the mire of being sick wh
aising a kid as a kid myself. Though I've always been an avid reader, I h
o idea I was intelligent, school never interested me as much as chaos of
nner-universe consumed me. Then, I went to college and everything clicked
hrived for the first time as I grew into an identity beyond sick and
urviving. At 27, I had the first spiritual awakening. I landed among a
ollective of people called the Alliance of Divine Love. This was the firs
aste of unconditional love for myself, love not based on fear or sicknessut devotion to people. I became an ordained interfaith minister, and duri
his time I studied religion, philosophy and art voraciously. It was the
irst time in my life I was free of the compulsion to identify myself as s
nd inferior. Ha! I should be free here, but life has a sense of humor!
hen I was 28, the radiation to the spine had taken its toll and it was
ollapsing like an accordion. I could hardly walk or take a breath. In 200
s a senior in college, my spine was fused in a nine-hour surgery, in whic
ew spine was constructed using two titanium rods that run the length of m
ack creating a total fusion from neck to pelvis. Two more surgeries folloo make adjustments. I spent many weeks in rehabilitation hospital,
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elearning to walk twice. This unfolding brought a whole new energy, pain
onstant physical pain. The ironic humor from the universe was being free
he compulsion to want to be sick, now stuck with pain. BAH! For nearly
nother decade I searched for peace in this body and peace in the mind. I
xplored and mastered practices, became increasingly confident in knowledg
tudies teachings and scripture, but still, nothing felt solid, peace, whe
ound, was as fleeting as the next thought.
n 2006, I met my wife. And life became totally stable for the first time
ove flowed freely between my heart and another's, the natural innocence oeing in love fostered a trust I had never known. The great thing about
table relationships is they reflect the broken places gently, non-
hreateningly. And with all of this deep, beautiful love in my life, I
ondered to myself, why was I always sabotaging it with thoughts and
hinking? Why was I always afraid and insecure? Why was I always looking f
omething? What was it I was even looking for?
t this point, I got pissed, angry! Like what the fuck?! I made it this
ar, to live a fairytale life and I am the one thing keeping me from being
appy. Why? WHY? I'd been dabbling with self-inquiry for quite some time,
onceptually I knew I wasn't the content of my thoughts, but I didn't live
t. About a year ago, in 2011 on the heels of detoxing cold-turkey from a
trong narcotic pain medication, I pulled a trigger that would change my l
adically. With a fierce and unyielding commitment, I also detoxed cold-
urkey from mind and body, from all sense of identity and from a lifetime
onditioning using guerrilla self-inquiry. It was like setting off an atom
omb, the blast left all thoughts exposed, it set fire to everything insid
verything was picked apart, no though went without a proper shakedown. Al
he false intellectual and spiritual identities were burned. All tight
eliefs investigated, unwound and dissolved. The mind went from a nasty ra
og biting itself to death, to an obedient servant, a servant I now know a
riend. And thanks be to my wife, if I hadn't been in such a loving, stabl
ome, I would have surely gone to the loony bin, every day was a kind of
adness, and everyday the madness got deeper. But I never turned back, eve
s the shame, pain, and guilt came forward for inspection, I did not turn
ack. I sat with it. I looked at it. And I loved it into emptiness. Until
fter about 4 months, I came back, not like I wasn't there the whole time,
ut a kind of frequency came back with the intense inquiry I was doing. Th
nquiry had become so mechanical, it was like waking up from a dream, but
ew reality, kind of a frequency, was one in which all thoughts and
erceptions, experiences were witnessed rather than experienced. It was
eirdly weird. I was in a kind of acclimation period for another two month
ix months of total weirdness.
ere I am. I am totally present, free. I am Self in primacy, and it is qui
xceptional and equally ordinary. I'm writing a lot, this is how the book
oure reading came about. I don't know what this is all about or why it i
appening, and Im good with not knowing anything anymore. The closer I am
nowing, the further I am from truth, because truth cant be known. It is
ived. It is alive, in this now arising as god, love, rigpa, peace, brahma
resence, all these words point to a truth that is WAY more vast and dynamhan an thin we can ever know with the mind- and we are that. It doesnt
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ake me special knowing this, it makes me natural. It is enough to be here
natural being, a friend to the one reading these words, an ordinary bein
epresenting nothing special, offering nothing special to know. This is an
nvitation to be. Being here is more than enough for a wayward gimp like m
ho stumbled onto knowing self as the eternal presence behind it all.
tanding in unbreakable love,
en peer rich,
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ear ye
une 1, 2011 //
y chunky monkeymind is hereby fasting on a hearty diet of liquid silence
ts persistent overindulging on the sweet fruits of now has become
ncomfortably evident. And though we often lay around bloated withmaginings, beneath it all dwells the right to a clean lean present moment
osted: June twenty01, in the year of our soar.
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thousand times a day, this is how i am reborn.
uly 5, 2011 //
he light of pure consciousness burns through the tattered cage and the bi
s free to fly. Surveying the contours of this empty home, I set the cage
ire so that it remembers nothing. Perched upon the precipice of freedom, eat intoxicates my body leaned back to breathe deeply the wild winds of
hange. Confidently I reach for the currents expanding before me and I
eap! from the burning cage and ascend into now. Bliss. I am free. I am
tardust remembered. I am the universe reflecting love upon itself-
verything and nothing. I witness the mind and body carrying on, but I am
naffected soaring on the expansive offerings of perfect presence. So many
hings to love. So many loves to celebrate. So many celebrations to attend
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eering into me
uly 12, 2011 //
ou know if I dont go back, Ill never be here. Really here. Free to soar
cribbled 3!
5 cards with words from silence, seed packets of wisdom andnvelopes filled with bravery tucked neatly into secure folds for the trek
ack into me. Im going inside, fueled by the power of now while carrying
omething to share with the each of the girls inside that dwell in the
ainful places of then.
bring her forgiveness and release, listening as she begs for attention.
eels unsafe, unheard, she always screams to be heard. She needs this. I n
t. Truth is in it for the long haul, this intricate path Im on without a
ap. Its best to start at the beginning.
discover all her secret places. So many cracks that crafty girl hides in
hes built dozens of dirty houses with failing supports held up by long
ines of mind-made-self all embellished by sharp thorns inside. Spots wher
hes protected from all of it. She keeps herself busy in too many dark
orests of shame, singing forgotten hymns of freedom to watchful birds
bove.
till, I visit every place to remember what I know. Demolishing each house
he owns with hammers of certainty, broadcasting seeds to till on this
ertile land with the merciful hands of a universe deeply in love with her
ight here as it is. I illuminate her backwoods with the bright light of
eace carved out of every shady tree that falls. I take those roots and
ashion them confidently into beautiful fineries with which I decorate my
pirit.
hold her tight. I love her like she deserves to be loved. As she is love
he is Love itself. As she has always been loved despite the desperate
hisperings of a mind devoted to the past. Together we clear the path
ecause we will not hide anymore. I bring her gently from way back when, t
lace where she dances to the steady beat of this moment, so that I can be
ere now.
ll get back to you, where the air is clean, where you stand on the tippy
ip of now. Wait for me. Watch the skies as I travel from here to there an
ack again and again. I bet youll know when the last girl inside arrives,
hen I am free to fly.
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thousand times a day, this is how I die
uly 15, 2011 //
he rich soil of decay is perfect for growing, it is a generous friend.
eath delivers the sweet tang of transition. Propulsion. Evolution. What w
urled up tightly, cocooned in the wonder of what is. Sparks of lightenerate a most deafening silence. I am observing the perfect present mome
n its infinite wonder of Beingness. Peering upon the world with curious e
hat see for the first time. A hungry mouth tasting everything with a fre
ongue. Consciousness fondling the boundaries of the cosmos like a child i
ield of poppies. Consumed by the sweet smell of Grace finally arriving to
he party. Resurrected, so that I can breathe the crisp clean air of a
uantum space in time.
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8 years in this body
uly 15, 2011 //
AM observing this perfect present moment. Knowing being is everything.
till, my mind stands guard. My mind like a sophisticated queen bee in a h
hose time has come. Her tired children, born of thought, buzz from here there. Her thoughts commit to work each day, because thats just what they
o. She cant get rid of this pervading smell of decay her cells know by
eart- its everywhere. She knows this, her body altered from the fight. S
s exposed. Another child of thought dies. My mind screams to me, If not
ho are you then?! I smile reassuringly and tell her I am. And that is
nough.
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am therefore i think
uly 15, 2011 //
thought I was who I thought I was, but who I am, is not. I am none of it
nd still the whole of it. But, I am not who I think myself to be. Thought
orm just to dissolve in presence like salt back to eARTh.
think. Therefore I am what I think. I think, therefore I am unconscious
ou think. You think you know who you are?
ake two mental steps to the center and envision everything you know about
ourself.
lay: close your eyes like mine and drive down the road that connects mind
eing.
hat do you know? Is that so? Imagine you- only to find out its all been a
llusion. All of it. Everything youve thought, everything youve wanted,
raved, needed, everything you believenot real. All ghosts. Ghostly thoug
kulking in the world of mind are dead.
uddenly the flower yells out, presence is alive!
lluminated by the beauty in every single inch of life!
nspired by realities nimble on their feet.
ime is no longer dependable. Maybe yesterday happened, but maybe it didn
he past is born of mind and its impressions keep getting lost in
ranslation. As for the future, all those dreamy dreams we had? The sun wi
ome out, tomorrow- bet your bottom dollar? More mind gone wild. Think abo
t: yep. Thats the one. All white lies of mind.
ind DisIdentification.
ody DisMembering.
ow do you feel in the moment you realize you are not who you think you ar
iiiiiiiiight .there.
eloved, be here with me. If I tell you I am an amalgamated Buddha Jesus
hrist Mohammed meditating a tin can smoking a huge cigar- will you believ
e or will you believe Ive gone mad too?
Preface that what I believe about what I am about to sing is an illusion
nly presence is trusted.)
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ere s e song: wear your ra an consc ousness ns e ou an ow a
ltar of quality moments. Cloak your spirit in radiant presence adorned by
isdom and response.
e are present- you and me, right here right now. We dance in beautiful
ommunion with reality. We celebrate the very center of beingness. I see y
ou sublime creation of this present moment. However that moment got here,
ts perfect. However it leaves from here: it departs in perfection. You.
erfection. Yes. You.
eautiful you, alive in presence. Free of remembering. Free of imagining.ree of stories.
he thoughtful ego bows to the true master in presence and returns the
onstantly contorting mind to the shed for reorganization.
e are free from an incessantly chattering mind for the first time.
houghts wax and wane but the sky is always clear. We are pure conscious
wareness eagerly unfolding moments of time with grace.
es, be here with me. Stay in this bliss with me, beloved. Lets light eac
oment on fire.
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ead space- beyond the mind
uly 17, 2011 //
ubmerged under generations of lies, it becomes harder and harder to see t
ight above. I vanish into seductive thoughts about my own unworthiness.
ental paradigms chatter on and on and on about loving my body by betrayint. A lifetime of lies built on a foundation of false attachments, sufferi
nd separation. My mind is a fertile whore murdered again and again by her
hildren born of illusion and we are all drowning in this madness. It is a
ood time to die.
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od knows!
ovember 22, 2011 //
n passing I overhear someone say, God knows my heart.
ts not the place to make the observation in that moment, so I gather worere as an offering to the Beloved Collective. So true, there is no need f
ranslating the self to Source. God knows my heart. But, go further. God
oesnt just know me, God experiences me.
n the waking light of consciousness, entire galaxies cheer in resonance w
y hearts grateful vibration. God is awareness in this moment -Present wit
hat is- experiencing these thoughts and words as I do- forms dissolving i
adiant silent Buddha Mind. The fears I harbor in my heart are likewise
arbored in the heart of the collective unconscious. The pain in my body i
ain searing through the body of Christ. The ecstasy in my body is ecstasyulsing through the compassionate veins of the Heavenly Mother. My breath
he very breath of Krishna blissing out on life as I am blissing out on li
am not alone lost in the world of illusion- the details of my being are
he very details of the universe unfolding unto itself.
Am the I Am- a conduit among many disseminating the mysteries of existen
e are champions flowing to and from that which we are. Our awakening is o
n the same.
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he sculpted with nothing but love
ovember 29, 2011 //
es, this old jalopy of a body is not what it seems- it is truly a magical
nd holy healing machine. Never a moment in 38 years of living have I wish
hadnt been born with cancer and or had to deal with the late-effects ofreatments. I know it as an abundant, transformative gift that just keeps
iving.
find gifts in the aftermath, gifts cloaked in illusions begging to be
xposed through the journey of disentangling soul from stories. In the lig
f consciousness, none of it is who I am.
here are gifts to be found in the heart of a lifetime of physical
uffering. In times of pain, the Universe sweeps me into its healing
aleidoscopes of Light where the body is restored again and again. It neveives up in reminding me that I am. And that I am is whole.
hen the mind begins to occupy itself with mad imaginings, it is the ever-
illing hands of Presence delivering it back to sanity.
his is a beautiful lifetime of collecting treasures in the intimate dance
ith Mother God through the challenges of life. Bliss- consciousness danci
ith the rhythms of being alive!
eloved Source, my Comforter, my Nursemaid and constant Companion- you lov
e so completely. I am left with no choice but to sculpt these gifts intoomething brilliant for You.
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e are the coming of the light
ecember 22, 2011 //
heels always turn and seasons dance to their own ancient beats. Dawn brea
nd the light returns the spirit of revelation. Sure-footed in Divine Love
e are lit one by one like holy candles upon the Universes Grand Altar. Ouearts reemerge from this cycle in celebration knowing our own perfect and
ure consciousness.
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o my beloved collective
ecember 25, 2011 //
offer myself as a paradox operating inside of infinite paradigms. Know
hat my intent is Oneness, but still my actions are contradictions and
xercises in separation. I conversely unfold in infinitely interesting way
he mind and its shadows playing with distorted shapes. Sometimes I get lo
n bright shapes. Shapes dissolve and become formless in the light of
onsciousness reflecting the uneven in an even land.
or a moment I am a flower blossoming on the fractal branches of wisdom, t
un warming my awakening. I am admiring my beautiful intricacies, absorbin
ew upon the skin of this present moment- I am growing! Swept up by the
inds of enlightenment free to fly.
uddenly I am a hungry earthbound child again, full of self-doubt lost in
he mind and its illusions. I push and pull thoughts like taffy- binging o
he sweetness of madness. I am compulsively sick but still the ego keeps
hoving thoughts down the throat of Now. Maybe I just like being sick?
ust to spit it all out, illusions purged by the wise woman crone who know
t is all just a lie. I clean this cosmic body completely in the bliss of
niverse, sustained by generous expressions of Love. I am here now.
ost and found again and again- sorting it all out in many constellations
he awakening never ends. I peel away the layers of my celestial legacy,nceasingly unfolding in support of a great organic Mystery.
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y unbirthday
anuary 9, 2012 //
ppear in this world of form again in 1973- forgetting my eternal Self. Ti
inds the mind body identities painfully tight.
9 years lost in the dream, searching for peace in the illusion of things
houghts.
inally stirred by a series of events, I accept an invitation to peer beyo
lind acceptance of the madness I had created.
ne taste of the sweet knower within and it is enough to ignite an
nsatiable craving for the Real.
lmost 10 years pursuing awakening from the insane dream. A decade of
nwinding, of desiring and investigating- exploring Self in the light of
onest revelation, through the loving light of an inner-guru and a convict
hat something magnificent was unfolding.
ndeed.
8 years to once again embrace the ancient Self that has and will always b
have missed you old friend. The truth of being has never been born and w
ever die. I dwell in the emptiness that comes with knowing the potential
ach moment. Wholly connected, it took 38 years to find Self again, to kno
his peace untouched by the world of time, body, mind, form and sense.
8 years ago, in 1973, I forgot who I Am, but I remember now- pure silent
wareness lovingly aware of itself.
elebration!! Today is my unbirthday- Im throwing the most epic party and
ill call it a lifetime.
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ood job, Self!
anuary 13, 2012 //
eing born with cancer and living through the aftermath, I sense the Real
ather confident I would take this earth journey seriously- first winding
he human body identity painfully tight and then through unwinding,ejecting the human body as identity fundamentally.
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hat do i know about you?
anuary 16, 2012 //
know you are a conscious cosmic machine having the unique experience of
eing in Love.
n your reflection I see the best of me- thank you for that.
hough there are cloudy days and sometimes storms, the Real in you? Your s
lways shines bright.
he most important thing about you (your inner-Self) cannot be affected by
nything that might be going down on this earth journey. For you, its all
ust the awesome experience of being alive!
ou are doing your very best for the very best, and I trust this about you
here is no thing you can do or state you will achieve to make things
etter- you are full completion right now, just as it is.
nd believe it or not, that is more than enough to bliss out on today. I
now you know this too.
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here are you?
anuary 17, 2012 //
s experiences come and go, you remain steady in Self.
see you dancing wildly with consciousness as it is, unaffected by theawking onlookers of memory and imagination- let them sulk! You flow freel
nd playfully with the Real.
love hanging out with you, though sometimes I forget where I am and, whe
each out, your proximity to the Now is consistent, you are a gentle remin
e are steadfast presence.
here you are situated at the precipice of perfection- even when others
annot conceive of the world as you conceive of it in its wisdom- you know
ou totally freaking Know! Everything is as it should be -its all good-
ith out and within.
love the way you close each door thoughtfully and with gratitude- each
oment a door to walk through in confidence and completion.
see you there, seated curiously at the axis of all creation and all
estruction, the passion plays of karma and dharma unfold, and as you
bserve, you know- you just Know! it is all form dissolving and what
emains, the timeless and formless, that is the home you know as your own
ts where you always are.
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n finding peace
anuary 18, 2012 //
or a moment I reflect on the chunk of this lifetime I spent searching,
elieving peace was just around the corner if I meditated enough or loved
yself harder or spent time with the right teaching or did some such thingore.
his is the madness of trying to find peace in the world, thoughts and
hinking.
he mind can only ever know past and future. Thoughts set up this awful cy
f constantly searching for what it identifies as the concept of peace, bu
t never gets there, because by nature, it cannot.
hinking is determined by the illusions of time- memory and imagination.
he pressure Ive exerted on this feeble mind of mine expecting it to be a
eaceful and constant as the whole of timeless creation!
he mind is a beautiful instrument, but it is not an identity nor will it
ver arrive upon peaceful shores, though it believes that it is almo>st
here.
here is no doing or thinking to know peace.
ut of the mind, into this moment, this is where unshakable peace is.
he peace defining this moment, free of mind, is constant, abundantly full
nd the doorway to a realm of Being that isnt defined by endless searchin
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abel me, label you
anuary 19, 2012 //
e arrive in this lifetime with a super fancy labeling gun called the mind
t exists to label- that is its nature and it is exceptionally efficient a
he job it was born to do- label the world.
see the thing ::::moving: outside that thing :::::window: and the label
cribes- bird! Swoooooosh, a universe is born:
irdLove
irdSacred
irdRed
irdFence
rom the point in which the label is made- bird I, dog, god, success,
ar, pain- from the moment it exits the gun, the label becomes a universe
houghts and attachments.
niverses of thinking, no matter how vast and seemingly real, are not real
hey are based on a collection of memories, images, expectations, imaginin
ears, desires- all kinds of conditioning as fresh as 30 minutes ago and a
ncient as existence.
o then what to do with these universes weve created? No thing. Just look
t them without judgment. Investigate the universes- become a Space Explor
ut remember you are only a visitor, your home is always here now.
nd what to do with this fancy labeling gun? Let it label. Thoughts happen
f humans couldnt think, we would be more like dogs (!) which is great an
ove you, but I dont want to sniff your butt!
o I am grateful for this mind, the great labeling gun. But Im not creati
ny universes with it, just letting it all be without imposing.
r perhaps I would like to play in a universe of thinking, such as the wor
am writing now. But this universe too is unreal- just a creation bound f
estruction.
iscover the space around all these universes of thoughts, that is where t
eal is.
ll are welcome here, there are no distinctions
anuary 24, 2012 //
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ave no r en s.
hat is friendship? Are we even thinking the same thing once I write that
ord: friend. Do we mean that we associate with each other through a range
f intimacies? And in that range of intimacies, we assess a range of value
ome are very important. Some, not so much. Why? Do I do more for one than
nother? If a stranger is in need, is my response to that stranger any les
han of someone Ive known 17 years? Do we really love any one human form
ore than another?
am suspicious- seems like a mindfuck to me. Friendship, while so highlyoveted in society, might be what keeps us separate from knowing the Real
he greatest intimate encounter. There are no relationships or concepts in
he Absolute, only oneness. The whole Absolute Universe is my fb friend li
lick ~> like!
o, I have no friend except the entire functioning of existence rushing
hrough me in its billions of forms, I love it all equally. I am that.
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ow to explain water to a fish?
anuary 25, 2012 //
h, yes- the hustle of selling the Real by way of a state of salvation,
edemption, peace or some such something- all religions sling it, every
hilosophy pimps it, all kinds of hustlers claim to know what the Real is here to find it, and they are happy to share it with you for the right de
ont be hustled. None of that is the Real.
o one can give you the Real, no one can show you what Real is because, yo
re the Real, no one can show you who you are.
ry to describe the Real, call it some name or know it with the mind, like
m doing here in words, and it is not the Real, dont be hustled by these
ead words. No thing created of mind is the Real.
elief is not real, the Real is known by your direct experience.
he Real is an ocean of bliss alive inside of you, a silent substratum of
ind- before thoughts, concepts or opinions arise. It is right here right
n this moment, complete as it is, timeless and formless.
he Real is undivided oneness, no exceptions. It is that part of us that h
wareness of Being here as a human, but not that part of us that can label
hat that Being is exactly.
ow to describe the water to a fish?
ust point back at the fish and hand it a mirror.
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hat do you really want?
anuary 27, 2012 //
f we are creating out of mind, a mind only capable of past and future
hinking, the fruits of our creations are skewed by the illusive world of
uality. We keep creating, but we are not quite sure what we are creatingxactly, and we never really get anything, but we believe we will very soo
e think.
nd still we keep creating from this level expecting different results.
hy?
dentification with and expectations of the mind are a kind of internal
nsanity going on, and we are all mad around here.
f course every moment offers a ticket out of the mind and its obsession w
hinking.
ne deep breath.
ffer a little space around thoughts.
n that space its all good. Really!
his perfect thoughtless silence is who you are in the Real.
f we are creating out of this present moment, a present moment of infinit
otential, in full acceptance of everything as it is, the fruits of our
reations are transformational.
nything is possible here- create from this.
n other words, tell the thoughts in your head to stfu because the hbic is
he hizzy and we gots shit to do. Yo.
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our radiant sky
ebruary 1, 2012 //
dentification with the thinking mind.
go.
alse self.nconsciousness.
he shit in yo head.
hatever concept, each point to expressions of the survival madness we are
orn with.
t can be as simple as one noisy negative thought that keeps rolling aroun
nd around and around the mind, or it can contract into an entire universe
estructive beliefs that consume the host and everything around it.
eople kill themselves over painful thoughts in the mind. And each other.
snt that strange?
he root of the very thing designed to help us survive in this world of
nconsciousness becomes the thing that hordes thoughts and suffocates the
ind, sometimes to death.
houghts feel really real, but they are not. They feel real because they a
oming from within. Whatever is generating those thoughts, it sure knows a
ot about us!
o matter how intimate or shameful or totally awesome the details, no thou
s real.
t doesnt matter what label we give this incessant stream of chattering
houghts in the head, just observe it all as the passing passion plays of
he mind.
et to know Self as the one observing thoughts as they appear and disappea
ike clouds in your clear sky.
here are no idle thoughts, no good thoughts or bad, so offer space around
ll of it. By not believing in thinking, a doorway appears, it reveals the
ruth of who you always are:
hole.
erfect.
eady.
ree from the madness of mind, the universe is your playground. Play wildl
n this infinite bliss, embrace each moment warmed in the wonder of youradiant sky.
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o place like home
ebruary 3, 2012 //
could take my vintage ride and cruise to the drive-in theater of mind an
atch the stories of me play out on the giant screen. Eat popcorn, drink s
nd get lost while memories entertain.
r I could blast off in a fancy rocket, into galaxies of mind and explore
utures, whizzing in and out of potentialities like an ace of space.
nstead, I remain home, here in the bright light of present awareness.
o matter how exciting the mind makes its form- it does not captivate me t
ay this beautiful now does.
ere everything is touched at once.
ere I am the whole dissolving into the whole.
ere total love is, and I am that.
es- traveling is fun, but there is no place like home.
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here is a crack in every thing, thats how the light ge
n
ebruary 6, 2012 //
y psychological mind, its thoughts and thinking, along with any
dentification derived from all of that, is madness.
constructed my own unique virtual asylum, and locked myself up for life-
o I thought.
hy would I want to stay in a false prison of the mind?
urely I would not choose that, right?
ut I did.
Why?
ecause it is comfortable. It is what I know. Its furnished and organized
xactly the way I like it. Every detail is of my design. Those are my beli
cribbled all over the walls to remind me of what I believe. People come t
isit, so long as they share thing I like or need or can use. And they onl
ome at designated times, because of course there are routines to follow.
ll have separate cells, no room for more than me in such a tiny space. Th
s a spot to lounge around in memories and forget about whats really goin
n. It has a huge satellite TV that plays all my favorite stories. And it
ust so happens it is playing a marathon of my favorite drama in here all
ong. Yes indeed, I have time- I am a prisoner, how can I do anything real
hile I am trapped in this place! Time time time, see whats become of me?
lus, someday, I might get free, things will be better in the future. But
ow, Im just gonna hang out in my lofty cell and read about obtaining
nlightenment, someday.
r so it went something like that.
t any moment I can take an interest in the light coming through the priso
indow. At any moment I can take the keys out of my pocket and unlock thellusion of this cell. At any moment, freedom, beyond the mind and its
hinking, is here.
hat do I have to lose? I can always build it again, go back inside to the
afety of illusion, but I doubt I will.
n this moment, life is living through me. Freedom is the whole functionin
f the universe as One, exactly as it is. I love it all, even the
sychological prison that once held this mind. It was my own creation, aft
ll.
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,
othing. No thing.
lways free, we are always free.
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i
ebruary 8, 2012 //
dont know what today brings for you, but I wanted to drop a quick note
rom the outer banks of silence.
hatever happens today, it is welcome. Whether the moment reveals itself a
acred or profane, it is all yes.
ach experience you encounter is a moving cog in the machine of life
unctioning through you.
he machine of life functions as it is, not as we would have it.
hen you experience unexpected movements of life, you smile. You welcome i
ll, even the unexpected, you let it flow through your wide-open heart
ecause you are in perfect accord with every detail of life.
f course it will be a wonderful day for you, how could it not be?
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he thing about innocence
ebruary 13, 2012 //
here once was a woman, a terrible child murderer who, in the end, was
urdered by an angry gang of woman prisoners who wanted to get even with h
or terrible crimes against innocent children.
he murderer was reborn a beautiful purebred dog living in a deplorable pu
ill. All she did was get screwed and make babies, just to have them taken
way for sale. She was alone, cold and hungry, sometimes beaten if she got
he way.
ne day a courageous group of people busted the breeding mill open- the
nnocent dog, who only knew suffering in her lifetime, was free. She went
o be adopted and lived the rest of her life in a happy home. She was love
nd learned to love. She died a very old lady with a smile on her face.
he beautiful purebred dog is reborn into a lovely daylily amid many other
lowers. Her life exists for this one perfect moment, here and now. Deep i
he silence of her heart, it is all enough. She does not believe all the
ther flowers consumed by their joys and pains, so busy in the business of
iving and dying, they never see the beauty of today.
he knows they are as she is, timeless, perfect and eternal. Her essence i
nborn and cannot die. For the daylily, this is the moment she chooses to
hine, everything is unfolding exactly as it should be.
here is there to go but here?
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i, valentine
ebruary 14, 2012 //
omething happened to us along the way, we forgot the truth of who we are
ime passes, life unfolds the complexities of karma & dharma and generatiof memories obscure Self.
ometimes we remember, in the eyes of a child or morning snuggles with a p
e connect with our perfect love, but then we start thinking and we forget
gain.
ets be here. Lets stay here in this love, naked in this moment of
ompletion, and experience it rooted deep in the truth of our perfect
ature.
ove is our natural state. It can be tricky to discern this in some people
ut humans are love beings, there are no exceptions to this.
he Real human condition is oneness, compassion and acceptance. This is ho
hings are, total love alive in this moment experiencing itself through ea
f us.
e are this perfect love.
o believe anything other than that is to believe a lie. It may be a very
onvincing lie, told over and over day in and day out for centuries, butonetheless, accepting anything less than our true nature as beings of
ompletion and love is to have been hustled by junk thinking, both your ow
nd the junk thinking of the world.
ont be hustled.
ou are the ultimate cosmic Valentine. I see you extending brilliant love
very reach of the universe in celebration of the Real.
ou are love, alive. Life is unfolding as it should. There is no thing to
oday, no candy or card to buy or spiel to make to the ones we care for mo
mportant than Being and expressing the very love that is your birthright
am love.
ou are love.
t is all love.
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ou who
ebruary 14, 2012 //
he most powerful thing you can offer someone today is to be the perfect
ove you are. Just as you are. Not as you would hope to be in thoughts, or
ope someone else to be in some image youve created, just offer your beins it is. Offer others freedom to be just as they are.
ove cannot be exchanged. Thoughts can be exchanged. Images can be exchang
ut not love. Love is always here, happening now as you read these words,
efore the mind and its thoughts, you are it.
hare the part of you who is before all that hazy crazy thinking we are
ealing with. For most of us, the mind is a hot stinky mess. Our thoughts
lways vague and unstable. Its impossible to find love through the mind a
hen we try, we get lost in the search.
here is tremendous clarity in thoughtless space.
ne deep breath and you are here.
oing further, when you here in this space, be-ing the love you are, there
o sense of separation, no giving or taking, only beingness experiencing
tself in this present moment.
our being is total oneness, there is no need to divide the world up with
houghts or concepts.
ere you are, love loving itself everywhere you go, in each person you mee
oday and in all ordinary or extraordinary experiences, just as they are.
ive your beingness freely in the world and watch the illusions of lack an
ear dissolve in the truth of who you really are- Great Perfection.
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he destiny of mind
ebruary 16, 2012 //
estiny is for those who are controlled by causes, by the circumstances of
houghts and thinking. When the mind believes in something, it is destined
onstruct a universe of illusion and duality to support that belief. Then ind projects a timeline for everything to happen, and it waits. And waits
ssured by its own thinking that it is in control of something very
mportant, so important our very destiny depends on this effort!
t may feel as though we are in control over lifes unfolding, but the eff
xerted to make life as we would have it is fuel for the passion plays of
arma and dharma.
estiny is unnecessary for those who are here in this present moment,
llowing life freedom to unfold without the constraints of mind-madellusions.
onfidence in things just as they are, and a willingness to just be in t
epths of this mystery make destiny just another concept to let go of. In
etting go, there is no need to believe in the world by animating it with
he minds fancy parlor games. The world out there is always ready to
rovide a little karmic destiny. The world in here is similarly, always
eady. The difference is, the inner world stands ready to delight you
bundantly, you who are this thing called life.
ot a life story as you think it or some separate thing called life, the
elf within is a continuous wellspring of love experienced through you, as
ife itself.
ou are life, you are the Great Perfection, what need is there to control
nything?
ne deep breath and dive right in. Swim freely in the oceans of silent Sel
nd have confidence in the love you find.
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he long division of mind
ebruary 16, 2012 //
eing in right relationship with the mind doesnt mean abandoning it or
aking efforts to control it or even worse, trying to destroy it. This onl
mpowers the mind, it loves to strategize and believe it is fixing thingsut it never really fixes anything, the mind is inherently unstable. Only
he mind attempts to divide itself, to examine itself or try to fix its
roblems, but not awareness.
wareness is all encompassing, undivided and dwells in unity with everythi
he mind, the body and the earth- all things. Awareness re-cognizes itself
verywhere, in all forms but identifies with no thing.
reedom is found through unyielding self-inquiry: looking at the ways we a
angled in the mind and following those knots back to the source, which iself prior to thoughts and concepts.
ntangled from concepts, you no longer believe the tape recorder playing i
our head. Thoughts rise and fall, but dont monopolize your attention.
ther peoples thoughts rise and fall, but they no longer give you any sen
f who you are. Things dont make you react like they once did, positively
egatively, its all metabolized as illusion playing out. There isnt a
you tangled in a mind to think about it, its all just energy flowing
nergy does and you love it all equally.
he mind is a beautiful instrument, and when its not being monopolized as
dentity machine, it is capable of remarkable creations. The mind, free of
he constraints of identity generating, has access to the infinite
otentiality of oneness from which everything comes. When the need arises
hink, you do. Otherwise, the mind is just a super power tool in your shed
nd the curious part is, with all that potentiality to create with this
wesome power tool, you dont believe in or get tangled in any of it.
or you, its all just form playing with form like an innocent child, noth
s serious. Nothing can hurt you. You are not hindered by a mind seeking tefine itself in the world, and life is known as stable. Peaceful. Its
lways perfect just like this, and with the mind no longer obscuring this
ervading stability, you exist in this space, as this space- here you are
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ome are here for the ride
ebruary 17, 2012 //
he work it takes to disentangle identity from mind is not for everyone. L
f folks live out a lifetime, it has ups and downs but overall, they are n
roubled by thoughts and thinking, and so there is never any impetus to loithin. Life doesnt give any need to question it.
ut for others, like me, who find the mind and its behavior concerning, th
ork to disentangle identity from mind is small in comparison to the prosp
f daily living with thoughts and thinking. We cant stand the thought of
eing a dreamer lost in the dream. What effort is too much in light of the
otential to be free of mind and know Self as the supreme identity?
nce rooted in Self, nothing disturbs us. The mind no longer runs life, an
e are deeply in tune with truth, which is here, unfolding in silentresence. But, make no mistake, for most of us waking up from the dream
equires earnest effort. The mind is always ready to welcome us back to it
rightly lit festival of illusions. And its easy to get lured in by the
leasure of riding around and around on spinning thoughts.
tay here with me, dont go back through the gates of mind, lets play in
his world of love, perfection and oneness. Lets create wild and beautifu
hings from here!
or those churning away at the festival of mind, their work is there.
or those awakened to Self, our moment is now.
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ets flow
ebruary 19, 2012 //
or a moment, lost in illusion it seems I lose Self in thoughts to peer
eyond mountains, into the quiet place within you where the stream of life
lows perfectly.
ithin you, the space where whatever is, is encountered with complete
penness as the mystery unfolding.
orm appears to disappear, all of it is allowed, noted and effortlessly
xperienced dancing along the banks of Self.
t times a response and other times none, the stream flows confidently in
irection of its own inherent perfection.
ou are awareness amid streaming aliveness, allowing each energetic moveme
reedom of full expression, all the while affirming steadfast unchangeable
eing-Perfection-Bliss.
nd suddenly, in this moment of reflection on the streaming life flowing
hrough you, it all dissolves to be found, my own true Self flowing in tha
ame perfect stream too.
ere we are- lets flow.
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attle axe
ebruary 20, 2012 //
n all reliable wisdom I encounter along the way, there is this notion:
f the mind builds it, it is.
reate freedom- you are free.
reate battles, no matter how subtle? You have them.
n the falling away of this illusion of i, I notice a universe built out
not being fully established in Self.
oments are found rooted in Self, when I am here in this sanctuary I call
ome, I dance in abundance of experiencing Self. Of course sitting in
ilence, full on Self. When I write spontaneously on the heels of silence,elf is clear, though it fades as the mind enters. As I move through life,
ncountering and loving those I meet along the way, moment to moment is Se
orward. I love the whole world deeply, flowing in the stream of life with
ellow wayfarers in living communion with Oneness. Most of the time, this
he peaceful space I dwell in.
ut, not always. I cannot claim always. The world and life are always
ffering up interesting arisings that may (or not) challenge the present
oment.
cannot say with complete certainty how I will be in some future state
xperienced or identified as painful or pleasurable, or if there will be a
i attached to those movements of life? I dont know. Maybe someday I wil
NOW that, but it is not now.
can only be accountable for this moment unfolding naked moment to naked
oment and I am suspicious of claiming any kind of achieved state.
here is the battle: claim it and be free of the story or make a false
niverse out of it by claiming it?
t all times, I Am Self Awareness, this is reality. But still I find momen
dentified with thoughts, i still can get lost to Self.
nd when I notice the sense of being lost, rather than just allow it, I
reate a battle and label it not being fully established in presence
aradoxical universes are born:
stop creating the battle and the battle will cease.
careful to claim any state, knowing doing so is attachment to illusion.
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ff you go
ebruary 21, 2012 //
ho are you? I dont know.
ho knows?
ho am I? I dont know.
sk within, and do so relentlessly.
racing each thought back to the source- to that which is prior to all
elief, thoughts or thinking.
here sits an unchanging Real, appearing in completion, in this present
oment.
ou are that. I am that.
ow do I know?
ierce self-inquiry: who am I? To who has this i come? Silence.
pace. Allowing everything to just be.
houghts come, swiftly noted with the query: who am I? To who has this
hought come? Where does this thought come from? Silence. Space. Allowing
verything to just be.
sking questions into yourself relentlessly, and blissing in the comfort o
ot wanting answers. Tracing each thought back to its source- to that whic
s prior to all thoughts and thinking.
ere you are.
o one can explain it, see it or give it- its your own mysterious private
ig.
ow this, your radical confidence to blow up everything revealed, destroyll conclusions.
elieve in nothing, there is no room for believing in the fullness of
resence.
bandon any concept that brings the illusion of peace or understanding.
ust this, maintaining communion with the mystery by shattering all angles
ind repeatedly.
eaving nothing behind for the mind to build with.
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reshly born, pushing off every mental ledge.
horoughly carpet-bombing any nest built in the safety of landings, nothin
emains.
ere, there is no certainty, where will you go?
ere? Wherever. No where. Everywhere.
f you find yourself somewhere, I see you moving very very close to the ed
mean, very close, looking down into the abyss, just to fling it all backnto the mystery.
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irque du judgment: welcome to my circus of knowing!
ebruary 22, 2012 //
s a kid, if I had a dime for every time my mom said, things are either
lack or white, right or wrong!
well, Id have a lot of dimes.
hats pretty much how I engaged the world, by hyper-thinking about it and
udging it with thoughts, then projecting that judgment as some kind of
ruth defining me to the world and myself. And that was all under the guis
f being open-minded and perceptive. I was the one in the room ever re
ith a beautiful and often convincing explanation for why life is the way
s- conjecture based on mental judgments arrived at on the heels of narrow
inded thinking.
ear of the unknown loves to parade around as positive thinking. Fearful
inds love to parade around as positive thinkers.
t doesnt matter if a judgment is positive or negative, its all movement
ind seeking to define itself along the contours of thoughts.
he truth of who I isnt: Jen is a judgmental person -but the mind is
onditioned to judge, organize and compartmentalize- then chatter to itsel
ndlessly by way of thinking about those judgments. The mind believes in a
ts chattering, but way deep down it senses nothing it thinks is real.
believed myself the ringleader of the craziness in the head, and I wante
verything to be exactly the way I wanted it to be and I judged it all int
ubmission in my circus of knowing~> snap that whip! Judge life- it should
e different! Judge the mind- it should be different! Judge the body- it
hould be different! Judge you- you should be different!
he difference between now and then, when I was lost in the dream, is this
can think anything I want, but I dont believe anything I think.
o thought is serious. Thoughts come and go, but I believe in and identify
ith none of it. I believe in and identify with the empty silence providin
round for every thought to stand and fall. And I cant be silent and judg
imultaneously. One or the other has to go, moment to moment.
s I awaken more from the dream of thoughts and thinking, while the tenden
o judge dissolves, the quality of judging becomes subtler. The
anifestations of judging are more inconspicuous, but nonetheless, judgmen
emains.
urns out I do have a few dimes left in this mental pocket and they areoisil clank clank clankin around it there. Ye - I ud ed that. In fact
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his whole playful gyration you are reading is one honkin judgment about
udgment.
notice heaviness in the ways I judge my own thoughts, others thoughts an
xperiences along the way, by believing I know something.
n the illusion of feeling like I know things, I am seeking safety by
einforcing a false definition, an image of me created and projected out
o the world. I believe the illusion has substance and value. This is not
eally me, it is an image born of delusion, when thinking breeds withnowing. Thoughts are born and cared for like strange, yet precious babies
f I dont know anything, what image is there to create who am I? What wil
be? What will I project to the world?
want to know what I am, what this life is about and what it all means! T
ind can tell me what this is and I am willing to suffer, to separate from
his moment so I can I know and define who I am.
razy, yes?
hen I think I know something by thinking about it, the object I am
nterpreting becomes immediately separate, I lose touch with Reality.
separate myself from the object I think to know, I separate from Self an
rom the truth of life expressing fully in the present moment, as it is.
o more safe harbors for judgment to keep me a shorebird destined for karm
nd dharma.
do not know.
hat does that mean?
elief in the circus of knowing fades and life, as it exists is tented by
he deep, loving awareness I am. Everything is good. That I Am gives it al
reedom to be. Here, an interesting show is playing out, it is observed
ithout rushing to the safety of judgments. Here we are, in wild creativit
nd diversity of that which is unfolding beyond the mind that believes it
nows anything at all.
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ets go see a show!
arch 9, 2012 //
aking a moment to reflect in the relationship between music and
onsciousness- have a live, free concert anytime, YOU have the best seat i
he house!
istening in silence, within your head you can replicate a song. Use the m
o pick and think about a song you know very well. Now, go to silence, eye
losed with one deep breath and begin the song. Not thinking the song in
houghts, let the mind go here. Hear the music. Hear the intricacies of th
nstruments, how they interact together. Feel the passionate inflections o
he singers voice (if there is one). Let the body rise and fall with ever
ause, every syncopation, every reaching crescendo and every decrescendo.
eel your tingling chi energy dancing perfectly to each and every beat.
ake it all in. These are not separate events, this is all happening at on
ind, body and consciousness- all as being experienced in perfect awarenes
ake sure you pick a song you really like, sometimes it can be tedious to
ake this from mind to direct experience.
he ability to witness and create this concert is the product of a dynamic
tate of consciousness, before the mind. It is one heck of a show!
he mind is only capable of past future thinking. The concert as
xperienced, is here and now. This is a state of art consciousness, not thind.
ts not easy initially to get through a whole song, but stick with it! If
houghts come in, note them and begin the music again. Or start in the mid
t your favorite spot. There is no right or wrong here, just lots of room
lay in the total freedom and creativity as consciousness!
f you do this enough, you will notice increasing space between thoughts.
houghts come, and if youve had enough concerts, thoughts are automatical
et withmusic. Space. Silence.
ts super radical practice, try it sometime!
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oly mother
arch 15, 2012 //
ou, yes you no matter who man, woman or child- you reading these words,
aking in the energy behind them, my heart reaches out to thank you, to lo
ou.
ppearing on this earth, I knew you once, you who were my beloved mother.
emember, you loved me with the selflessness only a mother knows. You were
raceful, so exquisite in the way you moved through the days of our life,
our every movement captivated me!
nd strong. Never known a stronger presence than you holding me in your
rms- lost in the security of our fierce, all-consuming bliss. We got so l
n each others eyes.
ach awkward step along the way, steadied by your patience & wisdom, you
ensed when I needed my wings clipped, or when I was ready to fly!
our ability to communicate with just a look was natural. We were beyond
ords, just the way you peered at me, I knew you had my back, no matter wh
knew everything was going to be OK.
oly mother, in these words, shared in the same here and now as once was
hen, feel my love radiating so deeply into your heart that we are both lo
n this divine flow.
emember, once I was your perfect child and our love was epically beautifu
eyond space and time, it was sane.
reat Perfection-> you, who were my mother & I, separations dissolve we fi
ach other Now again and again.
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ood morning, beloved
arch 21, 2012 //
ome days are better than others. It seems like you wake up and everything
oing your way, the whole world is moving along at your every whim! Yes ye
hen, there are days when the mere thought of moving from the safety of th
arm bed you are in, is overwhelming. And sure enough, when you make your
nto the day, everything feels like it is falling apart. Wah wah
eppered in the mix, some days are rather ordinary, almost mechanical in
rdinariness, just doing what you have to do to get by.
he sacredness of this mixed-up human experience is not to be overlooked.
ll of these days, no matter how they appear, are the glorious creations o
erfectly empty Self, of God, the Real, or Now, however you experience Lov
ach day is the creation of truth and everything you are going through is
ipe with its sacred opportunities.
t seems everything around you is in a state of flux- time & the body-mind
eem to be moving. But, this truth of who you are, Self, that which is
onscious of this flux, and that consciousness has never moved. This is
otally stable.
eyond time, before the mind, here and now, perfect emptiness, space all
round, nothing but space! This is Self, it is from this emptiness that thoots of everything rise! This has never been touched by anything going do
n this world.
ithin the illusion of all changing experience, dwell seeds of constant Se
ome seeds are a bit trickier to cultivate, but all are fruitful.
dont know what today brings you Beloved, but I see you cultivating thes
elicious seeds at every turn- letting it all grow wild! Just to decay
aturally and return to perfectly empty source.
ou are a complete growth cycle expressed in one quantum instance.
ou are presence so fundamentally, Self-propagation is the efficient
utgrowth of all organically occurring phenomena- its all streaming from
his! All this dynamic life has to offer is yours for celebrating, for
laying in and for yielding Love.
o matter what is experienced, growth is clearly seen in every direction.
ove you. I believe in you and we are in this together. Same you + same me
his is the One, yanno?
ork this fertile soil, give it your best, and trust that there will come
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ay when the steadiness of Self will consume the flux of life.
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2 flavors and then some
arch 28, 2012 //
ou are a tasting substance dancing on the tongue of consciousness- each
xperience in life delivers a distinct flavoring to the open mouth of Now
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ee you, see me- its all about the we
arch 29, 2012 //
mama chipmunk preparing her den, here is my Beloved.
n upside-down shoe revealing the presence of stepped in dog poop, yes thes my Beloved.
ot pink azaleas grinning at the returning sun, my Beloved is this.
wareness reading these words in the form of a uniquely beautiful human, I
ee you here, Beloved you are in everything.
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hrough you, but not of you
arch 30, 2012 //
o matter what or how suffering appears in this world of form, the essence
hat creates the form is untouched.
he earth suffers, but the essence that animates the earth does not.
ou are experiencing pain, but the essence that animates you, never feels
ain.
his formless essence is free, open and playfully experiencing everything
ll of life in this perfect Now through its many forms, through the form
ou.
xperiences you have are this essence of Awareness savoring its delicate
lavors within you.
pen yourself wide to all the movements of this hungry life and allow esse
he space to appreciate your every exquisite offering.
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ont be a meat head
arch 31, 2012 //
eceiving wisdom is like a getting a piece of raw meat, it is marinating i
he mind, soaking in fluid inquiry and getting plump with juicy reflection
hen properly prepared and cooked to taste, wisdom is served up steaming h
or the hearts intimate consumption.
igesting deep in the gut of Self, wisdom metabolizes to converge again wi
ts original state of emptiness.
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rdinary gifts
pril 1, 2012 //
expected after I got to the flipside of mind body-based identities, ther
ould be some big MOMENT! Some thing that would occur, I dont know the mi
anaticizes lots of things like golden trumpets coming out the clouds oraybe a special frock rises from the earth that I get to wear like a schoo
acket embroidered:
EN PEER RICH! Awareness-Based Reality Class of 2011!!
hat is here though, is nothing but ordinary. It is what was here before,
eeding dogs, watering plants, writing, communicating, paying bills, deali
ith physical pain, being a solid wife- all this is the same, the differen
re, I am no longer seeking, afraid or unstable. I spent a huge amount of
ime tending to the madness of mind, and work of tending has sealed off toere as the magic of every single day.
he mind doesnt run the show anymore. The body is doing things but it giv
o sense of identity. I dont linger in stories about what is going on in
ife, just always on to the next mysterious experiencing of Now. And in
rdinary movements, its always full and magical. Free of the mind and its
ntics, being alive in this humansuit is fascinating. A bit like
ontinuously unwrapping the most precious continuously self-wrapping gift
an ever get, but you cant see what is in the gift box unless you stop
nwrapping it, and when you do, you look and the box is full of empty
larity.
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really dig your moves
pril 3, 2012 //
y god! Friend, do you realize where we find ourselves? Slap-dab in the
enter of a timeless heavenly disco!
es. It is here. Put on the headphones connected to silence and watch the
hole universe shuffling back and forth across the floor with moves like
agger!
see you shine! Tripping the light fantastic, whirling in a holy non-stop
ance with experiences, words, people, the earth, in everything
ou love and lose, you create and destroy, all these beautiful children of
ife come out to experience your radical moves.
ou dance your perfectly danceable dance. No one can do it like you, it is
nly the listener who hears the subtle nuance in the music of silence ye
ets dance!
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eloved inside
pril 5, 2012 //
good love story is one in which the two lovers seem theyll never find
ach other, but they do and in the end they live happily ever after. This
ove story is the one we are all looking to find as we seek wholeness andove in the world of form. But, the world cant give us this love, because
he beloved is already inside of us, just waiting.
hrough all experiencing, it watches, it is there, but never touched. It
oves no matter the circumstance, it loves deep from the roots, which allo
ts loves to sense its presence, but not grasp it. You wouldnt imagine a
ove story would begin with a pure expression of hate. But sometimes they
o, sometimes the hate is so pure, when the lover reaches out for the
nvisible beloved, the union is powerful enough to change everything, for
f eternity.
ave you ever really hated someone? Its a very aggressive movement, hate
magine pretending to the world that you love something, but in reality, a
our energy is geared towards destroying the object of your hate.
his is the kind of hate I felt, except the object of my hating was me. It
asnt that I just didnt like myself, it was that I really really despise
e. And that kind of violence when directed at yourself is dangerous and
estructive.
remember being enraged by thoughts against myself, thinking in the head
oud, I only found relief as a young child carving stupid stupid stupid
nto the skin with a sharp object. As I got older, the sharp objects beca
ore sophisticated, the cutting more discreet, yet deeper to satisfy the
ddiction to thinking. The shame I felt for my own life went underground t
ecome that which I experienced as the illusion of reality.
he physical violence against my own body was second only to the madness t
ad consumed my mind. I believed myself so far from anything normal, my li
ecame a steady hunger for pain and thoughts my food, all the behavior kep
e at a self-built table for one, I was always ready to eat. Ravenous. I wating myself to death in beliefs. And if the self-destructive beliefs
idnt kill me, physical violence against myself would.
ither way, death was inevitable. I was addicted to inflicting pain agains
yself and everything in life. That was my goal, though, if youd told me
hat, I wouldve given you a long list of justifications for the pain I
laimed as mine: cancer! Physical pain! I was violated, everyone thinks I
ucked up anyway- cant you see this? If I am dying, it is the life killin
e! Not me!
r so I thought.
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y journey from lover to beloved meant forgetting the truth of love
ntirely, replaced by a false belief in hate and violence against myself.
n the throws of violence, in the destruction of it, that is when I found
eloved again. This love is here now, stable and alive in everything I Am
his is the eternal love story, it is one lived as the dreamer awakening f
he dream of mind. This is the love story of every human Being. You cant
rom totally hating yourself to deeply loving the Self and not understand
his pathless path is available to everyone, because we are all one Self.
share my love story and I invite you to create yours. Start with courtin
rite honest love letters to silence and listen quietly for the beloveds
resence, it is always there loving you in completion. Experience the Self
resent awareness, free of the mind and claim confidently this knowing lov
his is the truth of who you are.
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ts raining- yay!
ay 5, 2012 //
ump hard into these puddles of chaos along the way!
ou are free to splash wildly, knowing the silent truth of who you are nevets wet.
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ental fireworks
ay 5, 2012 //
ommuning as silence, one curious thought moves forward from this perfect
anoply of now, it is begging for translation.
he thought awakens, yawns and stretches fully to sense its density. It
ecognizes its destiny as another empty notion, lost in translation.
till, the call for communication is loud, no sacrifice too much for this
hought, it wants to die for the cause.
onsciousness leans way back to peer, it loves to make out the shadowy
ntricacies of thoughts reflected upon the clear and unmoving substratum o
eality.
ure to launch itself in spectacular form, the thought arises confidently
rom the folds of mind, higher and higher it rises, coming into full view
ow!
I see.
he glimpse is quick, easy to miss as it appears to appear and is instantl
one. All communications dissolve back into communion as empty silence.
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ross over
ay 8, 2012 //
ttuning to the 5 senses brings attention acutely to what is now, blazing
ights and all sorts of phenomena arising and subsiding.
he senses are stable bridges to experience the unchanging now.
ow, when I am here, a 6th sensing tongue projects forth that knows the Se
nd sometimes, empty heartspace swallows this tasting tongue.
eft speechless, no blazing lights and all blazing lights, beyond all form
f light- just this.
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ove loving itself
ay 10, 2012 //
ou dont have to do anything to make this now love you harder than it doe
t always loves you fully.
here is no secret to being the abundance you naturally are, you cannot be
ny more abundantly gifted than this, no matter what the mind or others tr
o convince you of.
f you believe you are lacking, not true.
ou have everything you need to be the hero in this unfolding that is your
ife story.
ll the pieces are in place and you know what to do. Trust your heart to s
his moment and experience the potential here.
o method of thinking or form of manipulation makes Reality any different
t is as it is, and IT is more than enough.
resence only knows you as whole, it is experiencing you as wholeness, rig
ere and now.
he thinking-mind is founded in insufficiency. It cant get enough of itse
nd its strategies for attaining sufficiency by believing in divisions. Thctivity only keeps the ego employed. Fire it! Lose the mind!
verything arises and subsides from a confident substratum of perfection.
his divine underpinning is the truth of who you are, not the thoughts in
ead. This substratum is not only on your side, it is the essence of you
xperiencing you.
ove loving Love.
hen present with whatever is here, you are loving love in return. The
ituation or circumstances dont really matter, only love is real.
e here- this is enough, nothing more to do.
aste yourself as love, as love always tastes you.
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here is no need to seek that which you are
ay 15, 2012 //
hear a lot of people throw around this idea of wishing blessings or
eceiving a blessing.
rom the mind-identified point of view, everything good in life is claimed
ith a subtle (or not so subtle) sense of responsibility.
he mind believes it is manipulating reality to work in its favor. There a
lenty of teachings that support this illusion.
hen I believed in the thoughts in the head, I also believed I was doing a
inds of things. Magical secret things, like coaxing the universe to work
y favor by thinking in a certain way sure to get me some thing or to some
ther state than the one I was in, some state I believed (in the minds wo
f thinking) was better than the reality I was actually in.
hen you know yourself in truth, beyond the chattering thoughts in the hea
s awareness, as reality itself, what outside of you is there to give
you anything ??
t turns out the addiction I had to believing in and creating identities o
f thoughts was empowered by all this magical thinking, because it was all
art of the me that knew what i needed. The ego & me? We believed we w
n control.
ooking back though, what I wanted was not always what I needed. But I alw
eemed to get exactly what I needed to grow and thrive. I got what I neede
o be here now.
o called blessings are you loving you, the reality you are experiencing
ts own perfection.
ut I am challenged to even describe the so-called good experiences of lif
blessings.
his reality we are, it is nothing but blessed, all movements of life must
escribed as blessings, expressions of Self, even situations not appreciat
ight away as that which is clearly blessed.
he mind cant look the ugly stuff in the eye and recognize it too as a
lessing because it didnt ASK for pain or suffering.
ut, this is all-perfect. Everything we have or have lost was never earned
oerced or obtained.
t is Grace arriving right here, in this perfect present moment to spreaderself lovingly across an illusion of patterns the mind labels a lifetime
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his Mystery is so much more dynamic and blessed than the mind can ever
onceive of.
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nteresting places
ay 17, 2012 //
quatting down in the deep of silence, perched naked in the thick of
wareness, an experiencing observer arrives.
lending into the bush like a seasoned ethologist, the observer comes to
tudy the behaviors of the beloved and misunderstood creature called mind
n its natural habitat.
uietly watching, the wild thing moves about and plays, noticing it
ommunicates in giant roars and in hapless cries, it creates just as much
t destroys.
ts habits become predictable, it roams to the same places and knows righ
here to go to streeeeeeeeeeeetch, hang out and groom itself into the imag
f something spectacular!
his cavorting creature, spellbound by its own gestures reflected in the
atering hole, a source from which it must drink for survival, but it can
ake focus off its own reflection just for a moment to quench this thirst
t seems equally hungry, and there it goes! Racing by to hunt down fledgli
houghts to consume.
nd when it gets restless, it keeps itself busy marking clear lines of
ivision in the sands of time.
ack and forth, back and forth, it tracks drifting scents of random
uriosities and shadows, so easily distracted until the next arising to
istract.
ising up from the thick, the observer glances back and smiles at mad anti
f this absurd creature called the mind carrying on back there. It is
elightful to journey to such interesting places, no passport required.
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he healing machine
ay 22, 2012 //
weet sweet beautiful body, thank you. As a baby body, you beat cancers a
ike a champ! Surgeries, radiation, miracles- no problem.
s a growing body, you never ceased rising to the challenge of being defor
nside and outside. You never let anything hold you back from the natural
liss of a child.
s an adult body, you took on challenges and surgeries with a kind of moxi
nly a confident body has. And even with the titanium rods to form a new
pine, you just looked it all in the eye and knew, yep- we can handle thi
oo.
hen Grace came whispering her song, that I was more than this, a body and
ind with tightly wound stories. I listened and in silence, i was set fr
ou were set free, of so many expectations and attachments, with all the
eight youve carried body, the heaviest burden was the me that always
anted you to be something different. Now that we are both free, it must b
o much easier to do what you need to do.
lot of the day finds you attuning to the impulses of opinionated nerves
aywire systems, and still you keep it all rolling along without a complai
ain is welcome here, we handle it.
ven when I did not believe we would survive, you knew it, you knew it fore, so I could know this too, I survive even you!
ou are brave machine, body. I love you. For 38 years youve been a fierce
nd loyal traveling companion. I am forever grateful for your service so I
an be here, awake and alert to the true Self as presence, beyond the body
ind, in this radiant unfolding Now.
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hange is grounded in the unchangeable
ay 24, 2012 //
verything is changing. If we look closely, though it feels like things wi
lways be this way, they wont. Life is constantly on the move, and change
s happening, from the cells in the body to the clouds in the clear sky, too shall pass.
here are two ways to experience the constant change of life. The first is
hrough the mind, which most of us do. Thoughts and beliefs we have about
hanging parts of life and the memories (past) or imaginings (future) we h
bout all these changing parts form a concept of who we think we are and
ow we are impacted by change. This is the typical human experience. But t
oncept of who we think we are is an illusion. You are way way way more ra
han a concept. Or a body and mind for that matter. But the mind would lik
o keep you thinking this way, otherwise, how will you know who you are?
he sketchy part of this way of living, is that because the mind and its
houghts are always changing, and life is always changing, finding a place
est and feel stable is nearly impossible. And if you do find it momentari
hrough situation, relation, practice or presence, it dissolves as quickly
s new thoughts roll in that challenge the newly discovered peace in the
orld of form.
he other way to flow with the changing cogs of life, is by way of the par
f you that is changeless. This is the part of you not beholden to passing
houghts or the changing nature of life. It has always been stable, as
wareness in this present moment. It is the thing that understands these
ords, and that thing has always been with you. It is one steady friend! I
s the one thing in life that can be implicitly trusted because it is alwa
ight here for you, it is always within you, totally available. It cant b
ound in outside things, everything you have ever looked for or needed is
ight here, right inside this intelligent and beautiful heart of yours tha
nows exactly what to do and how to love its way through life.
here is value to both ways of being in life.
nowing the changing nature of life through the mind provides all the
ecessary lessons, here is where the heavy lifting is being done.
nowing the changing nature of life through the changeless Self right here
ight Now beyond the noise of mind, thinking and beliefs? Here the work is
one too, but it is fearless and effortless. Life slings its changing ways
ur direction and there is an immediate impulse to stay put. To not resist
ot get out of the way as the mind would suggest. No, here when life happe
ou happen. It is all welcome, change is nothing to fear. The fear is gone
ecause no matter what goes down in this life, the truth of who you are haever, ever changed: you are eternal, divine and formless. You are the
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omplete picture, the substratum of perfection in which every single chang
o matter what it is, happens. Be here, and know everything is unfolding
xactly as it is- breathe, be still, observe quietly, remain confident and
toke the fires of faith that you are here to enjoy this mysterious changi
how called life.
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ow, what a relief!
ay 25, 2012 //
n the relative experience of life known in the mind, thoughts & thinking-
othing is given the benefit of doubt.
he mind is challenged to disbelieve the chatter, when it is so fascinated
y it.
n the absolute knowing of life, in the truth if who you are as this arisi
resent moment, everything is given the benefit of doubt.
ook around and take all this in, the now is full, radiantly reflected
hrough the senses, and here, in this vast supermatrix of being, chatter o
he mind is still here, but doesnt matter anymore.
here is no getting rid of thoughts, but there is always space available
round thoughts ripe with disbelief.
ust this, and IT is enough to know and be. Everything else is perfectly,
ovingly suspect.