BEATING THE POISONED DRUM

All day we surf the tsunami of non-arising.

Gautama: The Dharma of the Gifted Child.

Show them their moment-by-moment hubris as an amusing flow.

As of the time of this post, Google offers up zero search results for “demonic Supermind”.

“Amazing how language straightens right up when you’re sincere.” – Ken Wilber

I will try to formulate a blackbox spirituality based on the notion of visionary pseudobiography: choosing to interpret oneself as a hyperconscious agent of eternal recurrence, with each self-iteration being informed by the highest developmental altitude reached in previous lifetimes.

Split this eon into little ones a moment So I can demonstrate the easy way to pace yourself. If this here is the starting point And this the hurried middle, Don’t look back to the start  Unless you’re looking from the end.  Then it’s all good, as you know. Don’t wait for evidence of love […]

When I look out there, where’s this question coming from? When I look in here, where’s this question taking me?

Justifying fighting hubris with hubris turns out to be hubris itself. Granted. Now what?

I don’t care if he exists or not; I am utterly terrified of God, thank God.