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” I just don’t see what awakening is good for. The people I know who have woken up – I don’t see how this has improved their lives. ” – Zelda Riffing off Zelda’s comment … Frankly… Awakening isn’t good … Continue reading

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Forgive Everyone, Everything, Forever

Awakening feels like a revolution. It feels like a wild revolt against the previously lived life, its values, its perspectives, its relationships. On the other side of awakening, living still happens. Here and there still appears, even though others appear … Continue reading

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Fear of Loss

What are you afraid of ? Snakes ? Scorpions ? Airplane travel ? Small potatoes. I submit you are deeply afraid of losing your individuality. You, but no longer special. No longer really “me”. If you have the time to … Continue reading

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Too Simple To Believe

Awakening seems mysterious, inscrutable even. Why ? Not because it’s too complicated. Just the opposite; it’s too simple. The mind can’t stand simple. Give it a complication, and it will play with it for hours. If it were complicated, you … Continue reading

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Jettison

The story-making me spins itself a yarn about waking up. It might go something like this: “I’m close. Real close. I can feel it. It’s got to be just one more thing I need to know, one more thing to … Continue reading

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The I is a Fool

The I is a Fool Passing out shreds of advice like Halloween candy Craving approbation, appreciation, approval Surely now they see my wisdom Since I finally see it too ! The I is a fool. Ordering, arranging Making tidy, staying … Continue reading

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Space Doesn’t Stop…. Anywhere.

Space doesn’t stop…. anywhere. That’s not what it feels like, though. In the dream of the separate self, space definitely seems to stop. Space feels like it stops at the skin. So, if space feels like it stops at the … Continue reading

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