Dispatches from Beyond the Dream
The last and 12th house in the natal wheel is a mash up of the spooky haunted house at the carnival, the movie “One Flew over the Cuckoo’s Nest” meets the layered reality film, Inception, and a trip to the ashram to find God.
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Sometimes it takes a global pandemic to shake us out of complacency and into realization that death has always been at our doorstep, waiting patiently for us to recognize that life as a Me is a day pass in the grand scheme of the cosmos. Death waits, with a smirk on her face, knowing that […]
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The Crossing There comes a time in every lifeWhere, all at once, you arrive. You stand at the vacant thresholdof your Being, on the doorstepof an abandoned Truth — no stepsleft to climb, no remnant journeyfrom there to here. The arrival itself constellateslifetimes, collapses every mortalbreath you have ever taken into the black holeof this […]
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If you truly want to dance for joy, to whirl with the dervishes, then listen for what thrums beneath the clatter of your story. Listen. Do you hear the steady soft throb of love? Did you know? It’s music to God’s ear when you dance your story with a creator’s abandon and spin infinite possibility all […]
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No one told me before I got here that nothing truly begins. Not really. Rather, endings bleed into inceptions, fertilizer for what must be born. And conception is the womb that incubates a seed of perfect demise. Sacrifice has always been about this merciless magic, this capitulation to death that nurtures life […]
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An encounter in the woods with a wise woman, angry man and a falling tree shifts everything. — The other day, I took my dog for a game of fetch in a field near the woods. As I drove up in my car, the parking lot was blocked by a giant pick up truck idling. The […]
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Yesterday was one of those pivotal junctures in life where reality shows up with unexpected high-intensity chaos. In the face of these jaw-dropping surprises you have a choice: let the drama override the lesson. Or let the lesson reveal itself by quieting the riot within. At times like this, meditation becomes more than a practice–it’s like […]
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This Space emptied of him, her, this and that, deleted of doing and wiped clean of what ifs and should haves, this place of thundering silence is refuge. Here I fall freely into the mystery, surrendered to the velocity of Truth. You see, the dream of me has lost its enchantment and sober among the drunken […]
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The Awakened Dreamer 