Talk about a tough question. What is the most important realization in our soul’s journey to its inevitable conscious oneness with all of existence? I can hardly speculate, but among the elephants in the conversation surely must be that we alone are responsible for our every opinion, emotion and action, since they are the sole […]
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Every life event, beginning with each breath and extending even to nuclear holocaust, painting our toenails and eating a carrot, has but one purpose: serving our soul’s evolution to conscious union with all of existence—God, in other words. There ain’t nothing else going on, so far as I can tell. I’d be amused to know
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What might we call the “turning point” from an ego-centered life to one that is grounded in the principle that all is God—and therefore unshakable goodness is our essential nature? My best answer of the moment is this: the turning point is when we become willing to entertain the possibility that we are the cause
There are two reasons, I suspect, why I keep a distance from the world in almost whatever form it appears. Well, other than the offerings of saints, nature, art, fellow travelers who know they’re on the inner road to everywhere, and anyone standing in front of me I can serve in the moment. One,
What’s it take to be sober 35 years? Probably every recovering alcoholic on earth knows the cliché answer: Don’t drink; don’t die. Sobriety, when it means abstinence, has always been easy for me. I knew from day one of recovery that my long romance with drinking and dope smoking was over. There was no question
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I’ve been knocked around my whole life by the following question: To live in the ferocious blaze of Eternal Divinity, what must I attempt to remember in every moment? Big toe in decade nine, here’s what I’ve learned so far:
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Penned in my journal this Christmas morning: In the night, I would have been as unsurprised as I can imagine if I were to leave my body. Which is to say death was in the building. Not necessarily to announce “Your table’s ready,” as Robin Williams put it, but for some other reason under the
Getting out of my car upon arriving home I came upon a dead rabbit in the gravel driveway. It had been there a short while, not long enough to attract bugs. Clearly, I had run over it, the tire track on its corpse being conspicuous. It must have happened when I backed out earlier in
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