The Parable of the River
January 20, 2023
(audio available for paid subscribers) It was a lie, and the more I saw of them,the more I hated lies. Captain Willard, Apocalypse Now We can understand the path to awakening as
(audio available for paid subscribers) It was a lie, and the more I saw of them,the more I hated lies. Captain Willard, Apocalypse Now We can understand the path to awakening as
(audio available for paid subscribers) Our brain simulates reality. So, our everydayexperiences are a form of dreaming,which is to say, they are mental models, simulations,not the things they appear to be. Stephen
(audio available for paid subscribers) If the doors of perception were cleansed, everything would appear to man as it is — Infinite. For man has closed himself up, till he sees all
(audio available for paid subscribers) “I know the truth.”“Where are you?”“You could call it the end of the world.” The Thirteenth Floor Besides illustrating the concept of iterations — nested Russian-doll realities —
(audio available for paid subscribers) Plato’s cave allegory is almost eerily awesome. For one thing, this Plato guy and his big-ass brain had to imagine a movie theater a few thousand years
(audio available for paid subscribers) Awakening-related communications like what you’re reading right now can be heavily dependent on metaphor and allegory and parable and all manner of indirect modes of description. If
(audio available for paid subscribers) The writer is an explorer.Every step is an advance into a new land. Ralph Waldo Emerson If I were to presume to advise spiritual seekers — which
(audio available for paid subscribers) Life is like arriving late for a movie, having to figureout what’s going on without bothering everyonewith a lot of questions, and then being unexpectedlycalled away before
(audio available for paid subscribers) Be an opener of doors for such as come after thee. Ralph Waldo Emerson Enlightenment – awake from the dreamstate – is the same for everyone everywhere
(audio available for paid subscribers) Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player that strutsand frets his hour upon the stage and then is heard no more.It is a tale told by