The dangerous talent show

Someone I was conversing with recently lamented their lack of talent. A lot of people feel this way, even if they don’t express it as explicitly as this person. In a society that places a premium on talent and celebrity, where content celebrating talent is demanded and supplied across every channel, it’s clear that a… Continue reading The dangerous talent show

What I know

I have a spiritual narrative now that makes sense. I can start at the beginning and move through it to the end. It flows — I can speak in simple language, but with an increasingly articulate set of secondary content to backup the principles. I recorded myself talking about it when I took M out… Continue reading What I know

December 15, 2019

1:26am… I just had a major realization. In the past I have often recalled the time I was walking home from high-school one day in Hazel Dell. This voice inside of me said that one day I would know everything about everything at any point in time. I was walking home from Columbia River HS… Continue reading December 15, 2019

November 11, 2019

Death is the goal. Life is the journey toward death. I can directly communicate with the Essential by suspending the Personal layers. As I tunnel down through the layers I can experience the Essential. The essential is a big, open eye viewing everything. Once you know what it is you can clearly see that it… Continue reading November 11, 2019

October 7, 2019, Greater Noida

Everything is motion. There’s a fragile relationship between the motion of my existence and the meaning I attribute to it. On the one hand, it is all tightly bound together – there are events unfolding in chronological succession with specific meaning. A “life” is happening with attributes with names and agreements. That life, succinctly, is… Continue reading October 7, 2019, Greater Noida

Journal from April 18, 2002

4/18/02 When we distinguish left from right, right from left, up from down, good from bd, we are really only identifying a single aspect of the reality in one moment. A moment is artificial, observed by us but not existing anywhere else but our mind. What we don’t realize is that up will become down,… Continue reading Journal from April 18, 2002