This is what I do… and it is my very purpose for being here:
1) I help people to first unify and stabilize the very same impermanent structure within each of them that they believe themselves to be; in the doing of this phase, emotional obscurations are identified, addressed and resolved.
2) As that is occurring, I help them to negate and dis-identify from their sense of I-ness as that impermanent structure; it is not who they truly are. (by this point, every Western ‘mental disorder’ you can name has been resolved)
3) Then, as is revealed within each of them the same Permanent Structure that lies behind the impermanent, i help to affirm That Permanent Structure as being who they Truly Are; even though for a bit yet, it will seem to come and go, because they leave the Bliss of it as the remnant’s of the impermanent structure snare them back, until the cognitive obscurations are identified, addressed and resolved.
4) So, I give them Works and a View to help them get back to That within, over and over, as their sense of I-ness shifts to living as/from That within, while the last of the impermanent structure is transmuted, or more precisely, used as food by That within.(a religious, mystical, unitive experience is deconstructive, not constructive) As this occurs the Bliss phases end as they come to stabilize there and live from That Empty Fullness within as a structure, rather than a state or stage.
5) Then, I help as That within, merges with That without, and becomes the structure from which they live. As that occurs, there is a period of total inner silence and continuous awareness without any sleep at all.
This 5th period lasted two years in ‘my’ case,(don’t stay there longer, or you will never speak again) and ‘i’ am now in the 11th year of ripening beyond that final silence.
That two year experience occurred during 17 years in state and federal prisons for LSD, marijuana and a gun (I have been out for 10 years and this body is 52 years old); and was preceded by 4-5 years of extreme fasting, a vegetarian diet and yoga postures; which, through countless adjustments and eventual 4-5 hour yoga sessions spiraled the old body apart and spiraled a new one back together.
That two year experience was also preceded by two years of meditation and self-inquiry that spiraled the false me apart and revealed That which remains.
Each person I have guided generates a minimum of 4 sheets of paper, so I know that of the 700 people that came to me while in prison for this Work, only about 50-75 ‘made’ it to this final silence during our time together in there. The rest were ‘working’ the levels beneath when I saw them last.
For about a 2-3 year period, at any given moment, I had three to five fellas at a time with the I dying in their mouths; a phase during the process of nestling into That within and going into the non-dual.
I have no evidence that the final silence can be ‘attained’ without serious meditative work, and I do have a few things that are a lot of help towards the doing of that work.
Though I have taught, or guided others continuously during all those phases of the journey, it is only this year that I have become able to write again without there being a question from another to create a response from within me; only this year that I can easily type the letter ‘I’.
Much of what you will read of my words was written or spoke during the above mentioned periods of ‘my’ journey; there are over a thousand pages yet to be released. The Sword Sutras here under the Dharma Wheel tab are the barest beginning of it all.
In the Project of Life, if the goal is to find a fast moving trail up a mountain to a comfortable perch, and everyone is slipping around on the ice and stumbling into each other, the last collaborator would be the one who shows up with a rope.
I need to show you how to help each other before I go. I need to show those who would become Guides for others: all my little rope tricks; the special knots I use; how I plant my feet when pulling; how to keep the climbers attention and how to encourage them when their hands and legs tire and they want to give up and let go.
This is the beginning of that Work.
For those who would be about this Work in any way, or who know that the key to our struggles… is to reestablish connection with the Source Energy within us as we drop our illusory, programmed views; there is something I am to give you, and the doing of that is the very purpose for my existence.
I do not sell anything; will not be selling anything; have never done anything for money as a primary reason in my entire life… and have never charged a single person from among the thousands I have helped to change and grow.
In the 3rd grade, at the age of 8, I jumped up in the middle of class and said to the teacher, “I get it! We’re here to be capitalists, right? If I know where a well of water is and someone is thirsty, I don’t tell them where the well is; I keep it secret and sell them a cup instead! That’s capitalism, right?”
She said that was a good description of capitalism.
“Then I’m done here! I’ve come to tell them where the well is!”
I pushed my school books off the desk; the books they were going to spend a whole year with that I had read in a weekend; and I ran over and climbed out the window!
I walked miles to get home and was never going back. I already knew there was nothing there of value; there was only a lot to distract you with.
I had already noticed what was missing.
They made me keep coming back for years.
When kindergarten began i had already started on my Dad’s 300 book library. At age 5 while the other kids were taking naps on their mats i was reading Isaac Asimov, Arthur C Clarke, Robert A. Heinlein. This is memorable because i was reading Pellucidar, by Edgar Rice Boroughs during the first month of kindergarten and the teacher asked me what i was reading; apparently i told her.
My mom told the story a few times; the teacher talked to her that day and was upset that i was reading such adult material.
She asked, “Well, does he understand it?”
To which the teacher replied, “Yes, and that’s what’s so disturbing!”
I don’t remember much else till the 3rd grade. During it, i finished the last book from Dads library; 200 science fiction novels and 100 other assorted works.
I was severely hypoglycemic when young; although no one, even myself, knew it at that time. It is said a hypoglycemics IQ can swing 70 points.
The swing in one direction was paralyzing, physically unable to move, absolute, throbbing, nonverbal, nightmarish fear; I was hanging on to life and sanity by sheer willpower alone and it seemed to last forever each time.
In the other direction, I would swing up and enter a state when I would be looking at something ordinary, like a flower or a shoe or a pencil or my hand; all of a sudden, all labeling would stop, the mind would drop and I would be merging with what was seen and all was glowing and Divine.
There was only the awareness of seeing it in a way no one had ever been able to see it before. It would last forever, it seemed; now I know that time had dropped along with the mind during these mere moments of oneness that lasted forever.
Then the moment would be gone and I would swing back towards agony again. I didn’t really understand it or know how to control it; and often it would happen at the worst of times.
But, it was always Divine.
These Divine Non-Dual moments eventually stopped happening, but came to shape my every response to life in a super-conscious, rather than a subconscious way; the moments of stark fear in the other direction came to shape my responses in a subconscious way.
The swing from one extreme to the other covered the entire range of what my circuitry could handle. It covered the entire range of possible emotions for me at the time, with non-dual dropping of the mind occurring at each extreme of the swing, but for two different reasons.
Both eventually stopped happening to such extremes. But always there was The Swing.
So, later as a teenager I started experimenting with drugs. I was looking for The Divine again, but didn’t really know it at first.
It was also in the third grade that I finally challenged the science teacher; I was still after this one plus one always equals two thing they were trying to sell.
He put his hands on his hips in front of the class and said, “Well then, give me your argument why one plus one doesn’t always equal two!”
I said, “Take an ounce of this liquid, mix it with an ounce of that liquid and you get a lot more than two ounces of liquid; you get an explosion, or a gas cloud of poison that kills ten blocks of people. How about a pound of plutonium added to another pound and you get a nuclear bomb? (my father had been involved in the Cuban missile crisis)
As a matter of fact, I can think of a whole bunch of things I wouldn’t want to be around when you add them together and try to prove they only equal two.”
I was laughing so hard…
His face scrunched up and his mouth started opening and closing like a fish… finally he could speak… he sent me to the principals office.
From then on it was my mission to try and get each teacher to contradict themselves in their own field of specialty.
I thought of it as trying to find someone intelligent to talk to; someone that didn’t cling to inconstant phenomena; someone that wasn’t trapped in the paradigms they were selling, the spin they were programming us with.
I got sent to the principals office a lot.
Collaboration is the Process of Synthesis, occurring through non-competitive creative cooperation and the development of a shared knowledge base through the reduction of asymmetrical information, compartmentalization and hierarchy.
Collaboration is the highest form of Cooperation, if it involves willing parties who practice Full Disclosure without thought of gain or advantage over the other parties.
Collaboration occurs when these collaborators contribute their various assets, creative resources and knowledge bases towards a shared goal; the synthesis of their combined inputs result in the finished work.
Collaboration or competition is not a choice for me; I will collaborate with anyone; but do not want to compete.
If I ever meet one of you that truly Knows, we probably won’t talk much at all… we’ll just sit smiling at each other… the empty fullness I am being the same empty fullness that you are.
Can you find all four Dharma Seals in my teachings? Because, after allowing for a touch of skillful means… I know EXACTLY where they are.
For or against in the blink of an eye… I am the sword that divides.
You will allow, I hope, for Upaya… Skillful Means; but that could require that you know my audience… and maybe you don’t, or maybe it isn’t you. (Jesus & Buddha both said that)
If you weren’t brought to me by The Tablet and Template video, start there now; then the Sword Sutras.
If you wish to help fund me and become a Patron so I can roar louder, visit my Patreon crowd-funding site or contact me personally. I cannot yet commit to very much because of how I live, but know just what to do with any amount of help given.
If I am to do more, resources will appear; if I am not, they won’t.
This life-stream is the final fulfillment of an ancient vow once made, but I am sorry to tell you that the I that once made it so very long ago, is gone. There is no longer an ‘I’… that can promise to come again.
The only vow ‘i’ can now make is this… until this body drops or is taken from me… for so long as you are seeking That within… your guide i will be.
After having lived everywhere and every kind of way, I put this together for you on a donated laptop, used while sitting on a neighbors porch for the electric and internet, in the hills of West Virginia, USA.
Help me get back to civilization. Help me deliver the work of many lifetimes spent getting here, in order to be ready with this now when it is so needed.
Think of me like a memory stick with a virus in it that will cause us, both individually and collectively, to face the Shadow of our Lie, thereby piercing the veil, so that our core beingness can wash through in order to defrag and condense our spiritual hard drive… so that we vibrate higher, as a whole.
Only then can we know who, and where, The True Enemy is.
Only then can we divert the energy within The One we are all a part of, from destruction to nurture, from competition to cooperation, from attention to differences to acknowledgment of similarities, from creating scarcity to allowing the emergence of plenitude, from scarcity consciousness to abundance consciousness, from blocking the emergence of awareness to simply allowing it, from destroying the emergent divinity within us to letting it transform us.
Of the five choices available for Conflict-Resolution, thinking first of others is the only chance of a win-win solution.
For me there is only The Mission… Win-Win for The All, The One that we are, with no one left out.
Once upon a time, there were three mice that lived in a big cave system. They spent all their time searching for cheese to eat. One day they came upon a ginormous, hundred-foot tall, mile-long mountain of cheese filling up a huge cavern. It was more than they could climb over in a month, and more than they could eat in lifetimes; so they stayed there happily for years, growing fat and lazy.
One morning they awakened to discover the entire mountain of cheese was gone! Not even a crumb remained; somebody had taken it all during the night.
Immediately, one mouse went to go find more cheese.
The second mouse started trying to figure out who took it.
The third mouse sat down to wait for them to bring it back.
I’m that first type of mouse, who took off 45 years ago on a Quest for Cheese during the 3rd grade when I realized what was missing.
But I’m not coming back with it triumphant and cheering. I am a step short of the entrance to the big cave; disappearing as I toss this little ball of cheese through the door and hoping someone will pick it up and help me start feeding everyone.
It may not look like that big, glittering mountain… but it’s enough to feed us all if you’ll spread it around.
The Quest has tired me greatly, but left Wisdom in its place; i am still being taught by life and just this moment realized another Pearl of Wisdom denied to the young…
The Journey of a Thousand Miles ends with a single step.
I sure hope you really like cheese
It took awhile… they’re reeaal nervous in West Virgina… but they love cheese too!