Escaping Our Internal Prison


“I am constantly trying to communicate something incommunicable, to explain something inexplicable, to tell about something I only feel in my bones and which can only be experienced in those bones.”
— Franz Kafka


Our truest selves and emotions cannot be communicated, they can only be experienced. Oh we can project like nobody’s business. We see someone in a situation similar to ones that we have been in and they seem to be expressing close to the same emotions and for a second we flash back. we feel good that we have become so empathic yet true empathy is rare. In reality we are locked inside our own heads pretending yet not to pretend can often be worse. Better though is if we can turn off the head show and really for just one moment perceive not only another person’s perceptions but another person’s heart. Oh it happens. At times if we’re some particular combination of lucky and open to it, something can jolt us enough out of ourselves that for an instance we can feel the heart of the world. All too soon tho we are locked back in our heads again and it will take years to process what we’ve experienced. When this happens we realize that having escaped once from our mental prison, we’ll do everything we can to escape it again.
Blessings, G


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Wake-Up Call


“Much of magic as I understand it in the Western occult tradition is the search for the Self, with a capital S. This is understood as being the Great Work, as being the gold the alchemists sought, as being the Will, the Soul, the thing we have inside us that is behind the intellect, the body, the dreams. The inner dynamo of us, if you like. Now this is the single most important thing that we can ever attain, the knowledge of our own Self. And yet there are a frightening amount of people who seem to have the urge not just to ignore the Self, but actually seem to have the urge to obliterate themselves. This is horrific, but you can almost understand the desire to simply wipe out that awareness, because it’s too much of a responsibility to actually posses such a thing as a soul, such a precious thing. What if you break it? What if you lose it? Mightn’t it be best to anesthetize it, to deaden it, to destroy it, to not have to live with the pain of struggling towards it and trying to keep it pure? I think that the way that people immerse themselves in alcohol, in drugs, in television, in any of the addictions that our culture throws up, can be seen as a deliberate attempt to destroy any connection between themselves and the responsibility of accepting and owning a higher Self and then having to maintain it.”
— Alan Moore


There is something inside of us that calls to us no matter how hard we resist. We can drink, do drugs, watch violent movies and sports, treat each other like shit yet still even when we try to quiet our inner self it speaks out. Perhaps it is in acts of self-sabatoge as that inner self tries to rouse us from our self-induced slumber. Perhaps we have an experience where for just a second we are connected to that higher self and know beyond mere belief that what we have been running from all this time is both fierce and beautiful. It may be just the right conversation at just the right time that does it but few of us can resist it when it happens. For at least a brief time we wake up knowing that there is something more to strive for. Tho we may choose to hit the snooze button and return to our slumber, once heard that voice cannot be fully ignored.
Blessings, G


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Adventure First, Explain Later


“No, no! The adventures first, explanations take such a dreadful time.”
―-Lewis Carroll


How can we understand an experience that we have never had? Oh its easy enough to get it intellectually. This happens and then that happens and this is what it feels like. To truly know what it is to do something, we have to do it, either physically or on some other level where the experience is at least as real. Until then, unless one has truly developed their empathy to almost telepathic levels, explanations are somewhat akin to explaining an intricate piece of music to someone who has been deaf from birth. This is especially true when it comes to peak spiritual experiences. There is no way to hitch a ride on someone else’s, we have to experience it for ourselves.
Blessings, G


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One Brief Moment


“That is where my dearest and brightest dreams have ranged — to hear for the duration of a heartbeat the universe and the totality of life in its mysterious, innate harmony.”
― Hermann Hesse, Gertrude


To hear for a moment
the universal chord
and to harmonize in an infinite instant…
to know that brief moment
then have it slip
bereft and longing
like seeing the sun
then locked in a closet
in my head


How do you regain a moment once had? How do you find your way back to where thanks to grace you’ve had a chance to be. To feel that moment of connectiveness. How does that moment change your life and what new quests does it send you on? It seems to me that one moment is both too long and way too short.
Blessings, G


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Quote of the Day – January 25, 2013

“Scared and sacred are spelled with the same letters. Awful proceeds from the same root word as awesome. Terrify and terrific. Every negative experience holds the seed of transformation.”
― Alan Cohen


Peak Experience – A Punching Walls Story


It was quite possibly the worst week of my seventeen yr old life. For the past five months I had been in a religious cult, trying to shape my life to fit their paradigm.
My best friend had joined with me and how he was gone–taken by his parents because he was underaged. I spoke to him a few times and he told me that there was more to where I was then they were saying. I had started doing some covert research and found out that it was true. Bible verses that their tenants were based on were misquoted or taken way out of context.
When I went to the state head of the group to tell him about my questions, he told me that at seventeen, I should be more interested in baseball than spirituality. Then when I was in the kitchen, I ‘accidentally’ opened his private cupboard and saw a couple of six packs of beer there. This in a group that professed that any intoxicants brought you closer to Satan
Anyway, since I was asking so many questions they sent me to their farm for what amounted to re-indoctorinization. These were the intense beginner’s lectures that lasted all day every day to teach the new people drawn in the tenets. THere were also nature hikes among other things. I was to stay on the farm hearing the lectures for weeks on end till they sunk in..
Anyway, it was the 2nd week back at the farm. I did love the land there some of the best and most beautiful forest and farm land that could be found in Mendocino County, California.
THeir was an older woman with the new group called Edna. She must have been about seventy and walked with a cane. I think her children had joined up and she wanted to check it out.
She was kind and wise and amazing. Our group went on a hike and we were walking amongst some beautiful green hills.

All of a sudden my surroundings fell away and I felt if not pulled out of my body as if it just didn’t matter… I felt part of everything and that no matter what happened I was loved and that everything just fit. It was a feeling of ecstasy like I had never felt before. I knew the universe loved me because I was it’s reflection. Before that point I was almost at the end of my rope. Afterwards well it subsided but I felt renewed.

I left the Moonies that weekend but that’s another story


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