The color of the robe, the sanctity of meditation, the tiny sacraments of “power” objects and gestures…lets be honest:  these things serve the same function as ANY manufactured talisman in that they are well-crafted placebos.  Because there is NO WAY that That Which You Seek is dependent on wearing/eating/drinking/arranging “things”…All of reality is soaked, DRENCHED even, in That Which You Seek…those other things are there in case you want to believe in something as righteous as a Spiritual Path.  But whatever you choose to believe in, nothing—NOTHING—escapes the futility of being washed away in mind-boggling and unending [what people with clear minds refer to as “love”].

When I feel “weirdness” blowing on my soul, I take comfort in its ageless and timeless novelty.  

(IMHO):  Infinity and time are so big that everything we’ve dreamed for ourselves has [happened/is happening/will happen] all at the same time and there is nothing to beat yourself up about, nothing to place above other things.  You’ve been the most hated, the most adored, the highest, the lowest….and it doesn’t matter.  Find the purest, most undeniable meaning of “love” behind all the duty and obligation, of every concept behind friends/family/society/honor/identity…and reside there.  

That’s the ONLY thing that makes sense through EVERY scenario.  😉

We NEED strength.  We NEED discipline.  We NEED self-control.  But for what, exactly?  

So we have the strength and clarity to enjoy reality for what it really is:  An indescribable wonder that gives you everything you “need.”  😉

[meditation/contemplation/your choice of activity] don’t bring me closer to the state I desire.  They TEND to…by virtue of those actions urging my mind to be more open to shifting away from BS and seeing that there’s nothing to worry about…But since there’s nothing to worry about, really it’s just the shift in perspective that’s important…

Not so much the activity that “helps” me do it.  😉

Every day I go through the motions more and more…of waking in a limited body and disciplining myself to “do the right thing,” and to “be strong.”  And in the course of doing so, I’m beginning to realize that urgency is a sometimes useful (if that’s the way you draw energy) but ultimately futile gesture…that in the quantum infinity of existence, I’m already everything and everyone I dreamt of being…

And that in the end, I’m a ghost enjoying the beautiful illusion of a transient world.  😉

As the realization sets in that I don’t need to go anywhere or be anything…I am ironically transported to the most wondrous realms…and I start to become something that I previously never had the audacity to dream I could become…

Until I stopped wanting it.  (and was able to work all the harder for that lack of want).  😉

Truly believing that all is good and everything is okay requires a special kind of courage; it necessitates that one flay the mind down to its core again and again and again..so that one can BE truth rather than just SEE truth…it is the essential act behind every magic, philosophy, and religion.  It is the diametric opposite of suicide in that rather than being selfish and despairing; it is selfless and loving.  It breaks and reshapes existence, but in the end?  

It reveals that there was nothing that needed to be broken or reshaped in the first place.  THAT’S the big joke!  😄

My method on not regretting life:  1.  Acceptance for what’s [happened/happens/happening] (there’s scientific/philosophical reason to think all three are the same).  2.  Gratitude for opportunities I’ve had and those that are to come, and my favorite:   3.  Keeping my identity “loose” (Not identifying with culture/tradition allows me to see what connects them all, take the best from them, and constantly morph into whatever is necessary)

We got one shot at life for sure, right?  We haven’t conclusively proven anything beyond that, but for that one shot, I say the secret is knowing yourself.  

What am I willing to do at any cost?  And by the same measure—what am I NOT willing to pass up no matter what?  (And, of course, all the stuff in between).