Sannhetseeker

There is a natural flow to life, an energy found in all things. Some call this energy flow chi, some call it lifeforce, some call it love. No matter its name, in order for one’s life to be joyful and fulfilled, this flow must occur with ease. Restrictions are anathema. Restrictions cause dis-ease. Restrictions kill. Daily living is full of restrictions. Demands on time, demands by stuff collected, demands from others are the restrictions of daily life. Like a garden hose frozen solid after a... Sign in to see full entry.

Continuing the Thursdays With Death conversations: Death had been with me in my office now for a couple of hours. I had more questions to ask, and I really didn’t want to wait until next Thursday’s meeting, but I had a lot of work to do. Sometimes it can be tough being so dedicated. Good thing I’m not. “So Death,” I said. “I gather by your last statement and others that you have made that we live more than once?” Death moved from the chair near the wall to the one in front of my desk. Noticing... Sign in to see full entry.

I Sit This Morning I sit this morning With a barren belly And a hollow soul Desiring nothing Happiness abounds I sit this morning Devoid of hope And a vacant mind Lacking want Joy percolates I sit this morning The fullness of my emptiness Astounds me My potential ready Awaiting Love Sign in to see full entry.

“Am I a man dreaming I’m a butterfly, or a butterfly dreaming I’m a man?” This question, put forth by Chuang-tzu an early Taoist master after a dream he had, begs another more fundamental question that needs to be answered: which is reality and which is a dream? The answer for me is easy. They are both dreams and they are both reality. There really is no difference between the two. They are equally valid realities, but different states of consciousness. In “dreaming”, especially in lucid... Sign in to see full entry.

I saw an old “X-Files” last night, one where a Jewish man created a golem (a artificial human being made from dirt) to kill hate-mongers in the neighborhood who had killed a local Hasidic man who was preparing to marry the Jewish man’s daughter. The whole idea of creating a creature fascinates me. And it just so happens that I am reading a book on Kabbalah that describes in general terms how to create a golem. Here is the “recipe”: Depending on the recipe that you have, one must be able to... Sign in to see full entry.

I am attached. I am attached to my family. I am attached to my friends. I am attached to my pets. I am attached to my job. I am attached to my hobbies. I am attached to my ideas. I am attached to my desires. I am attached to the lines in the mirror. I am attached to death. To walk in the garden with the Divine, there can be no attachments. But the depth of these craggily lines shall keep me from releasing and keep me from crossing the cobbled bridge on this journey. I pray the chains won’t weigh... Sign in to see full entry.

If one is to be love, it must be felt; it must be breathed; it must be lived. But most of all, it must be one’s essence. If one is doing love, but not being love, then it is not love. It is fear. Sign in to see full entry.

There are jewels that many men lust for: The Star of Africa, the Crown Jewels, the Idol’s Eye. They cut, they maim, they kill, they go to war To hold a small cold stone to their cheek before they die. Owning these jewels, like any piece of cold Becomes a nightmare from which you can’t wake. To have possession, young men soon turn old For the ultimate self you cannot fake. I too lust for jewels in this insane farce called life. A small magic number; not one, not two, but three. Holding these warm... Sign in to see full entry.

The next installment of Thursdays With Death. I came back with three more donuts for Death; a jelly-filled and two chocolate covered. I knew Death would eat the chocolate covered, being a fellow chocoholic, but I wasn’t too sure about the jelly-filled one. “Here are some more donuts,” I said. “Now tell me more about this whole past lives thing.” Grabbing the jelly-filled one first, Death inhaled it. I saw no chewing with that one. “I guess you like jelly-filled too, huh?” I asked. “Not really,”... Sign in to see full entry.

More of Thursdays with Death. We're back in my office at work, discussing darkness and light. I stared at Death for a minute, trying to understand what I had just heard. In my reality, Death is darkness, but in another reality, Death is light? There are other realities? “Of course there are,” Death stated, hearing my thoughts. “When you dream, you are experiencing one kind of reality. When you are awake, you experience another.” “Hmmm. Okay,” I said. “Those are different realities. But you said... Sign in to see full entry.