Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Observing The End of Times

Waiting for the end of times—No thing slows—
Our Fate-Our Friends—We shall not choose—but That
Must make no mistake—For That Thou Art We never Know—
That We make choice—To fill the space between

The Ons and Offs We make of It—To play—
Eternally turning them from Us—and Thou
In disgusting discussion—Some should say—
What would be the point of wandering

Should they say We were wrong to care so much
Of questions they could not answer—for What—
would Life matter if not for wondering

About a universe of splendor—Here and Now—
About losing all the ifs ands or buts
Around Our shared source—that We become Art

Together—divided no more Our own—

Baby Einstein signing off. Thanks for reading!

Tuesday, November 16, 2010


should We be so seperate, you and me?
Lost in thought, as the present escapes Us;
Our past is here but here comes the future
Imagination; a preview of life's coming attraction.

Though We may never know how,
We are Our own creature
Of love, and light, let Us be, the best action.

Lest We bow to Our ego,
Though Our bodies We must go,
should We construct a disparate faction?

My mind is all yours, should you want it;
For We want yours, as the sea wants the shores,
Waves of ebb and flow, We must know
One another, from the edge to the center;

That Our heart is the only constant.

-Dick Einstein, October 2010

Baby Einstein signing off. Thanks for reading!

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

The elucidation of sorrow

Written by Dick Einstein
for a UT fiction class

Click. Gasp. I need to be in class in less than an hour. I flick on the light rushing into the bathroom, my face first catching my fuzzy vision through dilating eyes. My curls fall like vines below my ears before I fluff them up. Coming into focus, my eyes look foggy and dull from days of sloth. My smile is hidden behind a haze of dazing about with him. Just then, he rolls over in bed, so I shut the door.
Minutes later I’m ready to leave all this behind, if only for a few hours. Toast in my mouth, bag hanging from my elbow, I lock the door behind me, hoping he’ll get out to do something today.

Thud. Click. “Shit!” I snap awake, alone. “Stupid cunt,” I gasp, rubbing my throbbing head. “Olivia, what are you doing babe? Come back to bed!” Stumbling into the bathroom, I don’t trip over that sundress I love taking off of her, and wonder if maybe she’s finally tired of me. Noticing her makeup, I feel reassured that she hasn’t left me yet. I splash water on my face, and my eyes shut under the sun’s bright white light. Why does she always open these damn shades? I close them, light up a cigarette and wander into the kitchen, squinting at my phone. No calls all weekend, and how lovely it was! I don’t think I’ve ever been so lucky.
Sipping coffee, dragging my cigarette, I prepare a little rail to begin my day. Maybe this will get rid of this God-awful headache. My eyes water and my throat burns as I knock my head back under the force of a mighty snort, and the usual discomfort soon gives way to normality, or something like that.
Instead of down, I’m up and ready for breakfast. Orange juice, two fried eggs, bacon, toast and a bowl of yogurt and granola later, I’m rolling yet another cigarette and find my eyes have adjusted enough to enjoy the light of the balcony. The street below is crowded with people going about their day. I don’t recognize anyone, but then again, how should I when they all look like ants? I wonder what kinds of nonsense they’ll be getting into today, and I flick the butt over the rail into the world below before returning to safety.
It’s 9:04, and I still have nothing to do. Perfect… not that anyone would call me anyway. My best friend is my dealer, and he’s only interested in my money, just like anyone else. As long as I’m sitting, staring at this machine, I may as well ask the oracle what’s new. I check my e-mail, but the junk clutters me, so I decide to stumble; nope, nope… nope. News? War still, crime is up, and more corrupt politicians. I’ve always wondered why we call it new. The same shit’s always happening, and none of it good. What’s the point? I crawl back into bed, curl up and wonder when she’ll be back.

I like this painting, but don’t feel like it’s done. I’ve hit a wall, so I take a step outside for a smoke break. The air is crisp, and a breeze makes my hair swirl about my face as I make fire and take a deep breath. My lungs expand, and contract as I slowly exhale, and again, again, into infinity.
“Olivia,” his soft, cool voice snaps my attention away from my meditation, and his smile makes me blush. I’m not sure what to say and almost choke on my smoke.
“Hey Charlie,” I stammer and manage to continue, “How have you been?”
“Groovy, thanks. I graduate in a few weeks! How’s Eric?”
I look down at his feet, and I can tell he knows what I’m thinking. Peeking back up at his curious face, though, I think he’s actually oblivious, probably been too busy with life to notice. “Oh, he’s just great!” I lie.
“Glad to hear it! Of course, he didn’t take the death of his parents well; that’s why I ask…” he explains coldly. His bright eyes flicker with every kind of emotion imaginable, and I wonder what it is he’s getting at.
“Well, I’ve got to get back to my studio. I’ll be graduating soon as well! I’ve got so much to do before then though, it’s overwhelming. It was good to see you!” His eyes burn into the back of my head as I turn to go inside, running from the discomfort. Of course, he didn’t care to ask how I’m doing.
Back in the studio, that stupid painting just mocks me, so I decide to call it a day. I need to see if he’s okay. I’d bet he’s still asleep though. The ride back isn’t so long, but my mind is racing the entire time. I don’t know exactly what I’m doing, or why. It just sort of happens, and I’m home, sweating, tired and frantic. I wonder about my parents briefly, in anxiety, climbing the stairs up to the little cell we call home. There’s no need to rush, I think to myself but can’t quite convince my gut to settle down. That worry knot has become normal lately, especially at the apartment’s threshold, everyday, when I realize he’s still wasting away here.
I step over his shoes, smell bacon, but find nothing except a greasy pan and him in the fetal position, in bed, as expected. I make lunch and curl up on the balcony with a bowl, a good book and another smoke, hopelessly waiting for him to emerge from his stupor.

When I awake, I find my headache is worse than ever. I close my eyes again, but a family photo is seared into my eyelids, so I jump up, nearly stubbing my toe as I reach desperately for painkillers. Who am I kidding? These haven’t helped for years. I just wish I could go to sleep forever. If she’s back, I can try.
Her little smile wakes me up a bit, finding her enjoying the warmth of the cozy balcony. “What are you reading?”
“The Stranger; some French book. How did you sleep?” she replies, clearly forcing it.
“Okay, until I heard you slam the door on the way out this morning! My headaches are back…” I complain.
“Well, that’s not my fault! You’re the one who’s been greedy lately; you know how too much of that junk does you. You should try sharing more.”
“You’re always so busy; you hardly seem to want any. You’re better off without it anyway.”
“Don’t tell me what’s good for me. I’ll do what I like.”
“Okay, sorry, I’ll share if you want, but first, me.” He grabs the belt, a syringe, spoon, and his little vial. In minutes, he hands me the syringe with the beautiful, murky substance ready to go as he tightens the belt around his arm.
“I’ve never seen this much, Charlie. Are you sure?”
“I’ll do what I like. Trust me. That’s what we have the OD box for anyway.” He reassures me, exposing his vein like a fleshy, bruised fruit. His finger marks the spot, and I plunge in carefully, watching the brown liquid drain the color from his face. Losing his bright eyes as they sink into the ghost that was his face, my heart races wondering if we’ve made a mistake. He falls over, and I’m paralyzed.
When I can finally reach for the phone, I can’t tell if he’s breathing or not. I can’t do it. I don’t know why he thought I would. I can’t because this might be my chance. The voice on the other end of the phone sounds faint and unreal, and my voice cracks as tears begin streaming down my face. I can’t stand it; I drop the phone and rush over to his cold body. I cry for a minute before packing my things.
And I’m gone, again, alone.

Baby Einstein signing off. Thanks for reading!

Thursday, July 1, 2010

Let It Shine

Blisters are healing, memories are fading, but the gratitude of a full and open heart expands infinitely. For when We try to forget Our Self, instead promoting the greater good of all, our bodies and minds matter no longer. When Our heart consumes Our entire Being, Our Being loses relevance independently. Rather, it is only through Our connections and elevation of others that We might finally liberate Our Self from the illusory reality of separation. Charity, a fundamental pillar of every religion, is a blatant expression of such selflessness, but it is still bound to the physical constraints of subjective value. If We wish to remove such subjective restraints from liberation, sometimes We need something larger than Our Self to put matters into perspective.

This is exactly what my adventure, from the safety of my home in San Antonio, TX, walking through the Texas Hill Country, detouring through the wondrous Kerrville Folk Festival, hitchhiking through the Texas panhandle to Springfield, CO, backpacking through the desolation of the plains and desert of southeastern Colorado, and finally catching a ride with the sweetest old lady from Rocky Ford to Colorado Springs where the best of friends picked me up, all in only about 13 days, was supposed to epitomize. I surely had a blast, through the rough and beautiful, the disconcerting and comfortable, but altogether and overall friendly. My final destination, Sonic Bloom Festival, a phenomenon of tremendous social and spiritual transformation, where the best in electronic music, counter-culture and spirituality mix and mingle to manifest a multi-sensory experience for the benefit of all, strengthened my heart's commitment to the greater community of freaks, free-thinkers, radicals, outcasts and free spirits, just as expected. Anyone who gives love and peace a chance, who can surrender their own preconceptions and desires for a weekend of communal debauchery and Bliss for all, is a friend of mine, and I'm so inspired to know that there are so many of Us. Our unity may seem questionable at best, but there's certainly something that brings Us together, whether it be culture, music, drugs, love, what-have-you. The fact that We can gather as such, in harmonious celebration of the wonder of a life We don't fully understand, speaks wonders to the impact We might have if We only tapped into Our charitable humility and selflessness, collectively, effectively and efficiently.

Of course, this is much easier said than done. There are too many variables to account for what is right. We may believe, at one moment, that Amnesty International is deserving of Our collective donation, only to discover that We'd rather support something less intrusive, less structured, and perhaps less powerful. This is where I am at, and I'd love y'all's input. We've raised over $300 so far, through contributions to the pilgrimage that remain, which is currently intended to be donated to support global human rights through Amnesty International. The only dilemma is that, having followed Amnesty for a few years now, and only having recently learned about the Global Oneness Project, I'm not sure whether Our collective donation is best used serving western notions on corruption in Pakistan. As good as the work might be at Amnesty, The Global Oneness Project seems a much more appropriate recipient of Our donation, given the change it seems We would wish to see in the world. The Project is an educational non-profit aimed at showing the diverse ways oneness is expressed—in the fields of sustainability, conflict resolution, spirituality, art, economics, indigenous culture, and social justice—in hopes that others will be inspired to create solutions to personal and community challenges from their own lived understanding of oneness. Since 2006, they've been traveling the globe gathering stories from creative and courageous people who base their lives and work on the understanding that we bear great responsibility for each other and our shared world. living library of films is available for free from our website, through select broadcast outlets, and on DVD. Through events and educational materials we offer opportunities for people to deepen their experience with the different facets of oneness we are exploring.

Greater than forcing resolutions, education seems key to realizing a brighter future together. If everyone could be taught Our innate interdependence, Our oneness, Our world could be more united in peace, love and harmony. This is Our goal, and this is why I would like to change Our recipient to this endeavor, given Our collective consent of course. Please, let me know any questions or concerns you might have and We will get the ball rolling on Our collective donation scheduled for July 15th. Contributions will still be accepted through July 14th to make Our impact as large as possible. Through Our charity, We can hope to inspire others, enlighten many more, and, at the least, educate some as to Our Oneness. This is the least We might ask for, and, surely, in the future, We will be poised to manifest even greater change together.

Thank you all for your time, consideration and input. We need each and every one of Us to collectively manifest Our dreams. I'm ecstatic to be dreaming with y'all!

The Power Of Humility

In genuine humility, there is enormous power.

Free yourself from the demands of your ego,

and there is no limit to where you can go.

Let go of your desire to control others, and you vastly improve

the ability to control, focus and direct your own actions.

Let go of the illusion that you already know it all, and you

open yourself to higher levels of enlightenment.

Move beyond the need to blame, and you gain a greater degree

of responsibility. Get past the impulse to place judgments

on others, and you're able to focus much more clearly

on matters of real and lasting value.

Give up the thought that you're better than everyone else,

and a whole new world of opportunity opens up to you.

Stop seeking unfair advantage, and you're free to

develop an unstoppable effectiveness.

Quit demanding the most and start expecting the best.

You'll experience a level of true abundance that

you never before could have imagined.

Live each moment with humility, love, respect and

gratitude for the whole of life that surrounds you,

and you will find a treasure that has no end.

Peace & Love;
We live as We dream--together.

Friday, June 25, 2010


Whether working towards Our highest aspirations, enjoying Our selves or suffering, We certainly always live for moments. They are so difficult to escape that We often forget their intrinsic connections through time. Losing Our self in the moment, We forget that others are doing the same. Sometimes We disturb others' moments with Our own, good or bad, often without even realizing it. Our connection to each other is just as imminent. But We forget this too. We try to distinguish Our selves from others, when really We are One.

This weekend, at Sonic Bloom Festival at the Mishawaka Amphitheatre, Our goal is to forget Our self to collectively lose each other in the moment. And when all is 'said and done,' We will inevitably rediscover Our self and find others again. It is a phenomenon of social and spiritual transformation that I personally wouldn't miss for the World. And so I tried walking here from home in Texas. I walked over 300 miles in 10 days, made lots of new friends along the way, and reconnected with great friends here in Boulder. As We prepare to embark on yet another adventure, I must emphasize the need for collective unity at such a spectacular event. We must trust that despite Our differences, We are in a collective agreement as a community of light and love to be a shining example of what We wish to see in this World. If I've learned anything in this mad adventure, it's that We never can do anything alone.

So, if you care to benefit something larger than Us and the amazing experiences We will no doubt manifest together, I hope you'll find me to contribute to Our collective donation supporting global human rights through Amnesty International. We have already amassed a significant $300, but it's certainly no small task. Contributions will be collected through July 14th to ensure this is as big as possible! I will submit Our donation on July 15th to represent Our loving community in a charitable way to the World. We must only hope that others are listening.

Regardless of what shenanigans or mischief We may partake in, We must ultimately forget Our own satisfaction so that others might also revel in Our glory together with Us. We are not special, but We can make a difference. This We must never surrender.

Thank all of you beautiful people for constantly inspiring and promoting Our living dream. We are phenomenal when We realize it together. Bless Us.

Peace & Love;
We live as We dream--together.

Sunday, June 20, 2010


The Universe, subtly beautiful, never fails to keep us guessing. The more We think we know about It, the more complicated it becomes. The divisions We create to understand Its endless complexity inherently negate any unification We might seek. In order to learn, We must divide, and in order to excel, We must specialize. It would be an improbable feat to understand It All, but We sure do try, and, like everything else, It is both beautiful and dangerous. If there's anything that is certain, It's that beauty and danger are two sides to any coin. We can twist anything up into all degrees of awesome madness, both glorious and despicable. The choice is All Ours.

These past couple of weeks have been the closest thing to a personal rite of passage that I have ever experienced. It exceeded my wildest expectations, confused me, amazed and awed me, gave me renewed faith and hope in humanity and will make for some amazing stories if I have the courage to tell them. I hope you'll have the same to ask me about them. For now, all I know is that I met some amazing people who I'll likely never meet again. Though I hope from the depths of my heart that these kind souls will cross my path again, I suspect that this isn't likely. For this, I'm deeply remorseful, but I do appreciate with all of my heart the experience of knowing each and every one of Us. We are the reason I ultimately walked, and I certainly learned a lot about myself that I'm still processing as I explore this reality each and every day. I learned that happiness is found in simplicity; there's no golden ticket or secret formula, but deep down in Our heart, We know It. Regardless of the divisions We constantly manifest to progress, Our heart reminds Us that everything is pulse. Like the seasons, moods, karma, and Our own hearts, the Universe operates in cycles. Perceived progress is merely secondary to the fundamental nature of this evolving Cosmos. No matter how large We make the divisions, they are mere illusion relative to these fundamental pulses and cycles, of offs and ons, in infinite degrees, dimensions and delusions. If We are to understand It, We must become It, which is a simple matter of attitude. We are capable of everything because We are everything, if only We can feel It in Our heart.

And so Our small step, my walking at least nearly 100,000 steps for most of 13 days in June from Texas to Colorado, is a collective donation, currently, of over $300 to Amnesty International to support global human rights. I feel this is appropriate if We wish to truly bring All into the fold. In order to achieve Universal United liberation, We must first be Universally United. We must always begin with what We think we know, for It is All that We have. Once We reasonably reach the inevitable end of that rope, We can then attempt to discern the Truth. Without All of the information, though, this is a fruitless, even destructive endeavor. Power concentrates in pockets, and division continues. Therefore, global human rights is a seemingly noble cause. For when We All get the chance to learn, though differing in divisions and specialization, We learn, most of all, Our natural inseparability, to some degree or another. All It takes from there is the eradication of the illusion of separability and negativity. Inseparability implies a realness to reality, while fundamentally, All is illusory. All is simple play, in every direction, every where, when, what, who, how and why. It is inescapably beautiful and dangerous, like God, Brahman, Allah, the Cosmos and You.

If You support global human rights, that We may All, someday, everyday, live in the bliss of Our dreams, desires and desperations, through understanding, compassion and love for each other like We are One, United, Universal self-aware knowing consciousness, together, forever, there's still time to add to Our collective donation. Until July 14th, We will accept contributions to add to the over $300 We have already! It is ALL going to Amnesty International, so tell your friends, spread the dream, and let's make this as big as possible together!

Thank you all for the generous support and encouragement throughout this whole endeavor. My feet are blistered, my body weak, and social skills malpracticed, but connections stronger than ever. My renewed sense of hope and purpose will not waiver in the near future, and I invite any and all reasonable requests from All. Apart from wrapping all this up, living in Boulder, CO for the summer, I am simply awaiting the wonder which the Cosmos will present Us with next. Let's keep it real, and make the present last. We can surely forever progress.

Peace & Love;
We live as We dream --together.

Thursday, June 10, 2010

Losing Madness

Day by day, We sit lost in our little boxes and bubbles, feeding our bodies, training our minds and generally sticking to what we know. We think of our hearts as merely another part of our bodies, albeit vital. We recognize the importance of blood circulation, even if only physically. But if this journey has taught me anything, it's that Our heart is the most important function of existence. Our bodies and minds feel pleasure and pain, yet Our heart transcends dualities. Regardless of how we treat it, it provides the beat that keeps blood in our veins to keep Us going. Like clockwork, without trying or caring, it works for Us. It doesn't matter how far We travel, how much We think we know; no matter who, where, what, when or why We are, It keeps right on ticking, with Us, for Us, from Us and even without Us. Like water, it is Our existence's vital peacekeeper. It maintains and regulates our bodies and minds, without ever knowing it.

This realization, though seemingly mundane, proves the sacrality of everything, deep down inside. All of God's creations function in cycles of pulse, of steady beats, ons and offs, keeping Us going, assured by persistence. Without such cycles, the body and mind could not function, for it is expectation, of nourishment, of actions and of obligation which dictates Our existence. There's no escaping pulse in this reality, and so We attempt to train Our mind to maintain Our body, both derived of the steady, unconditional beat of Our Heart. This is certain.

Uncertainty is everything. Besides the steady cycles of existence, We never know what to expect next. In our bubbles and boxes, we maintain a certain degree of accurate expectations through predictability, but when the bubble bursts is when We become lost. Some of Us are afraid of losing ourselves, and so we do everything to maintain the integrity of our reality; we often stick to them as if there is nothing else. Others, though we enjoy the predictability of our comfort zones, try to escape them whenever possible. Still others attempt to expand their bubbles to make incorporate as much as possible, to be comfortable everywhere. In all of this madness, it seems the only Universal is variety.

In this little trip of mine, I have explored every possibility I can muster. I've enjoyed myself with friends in comfortable places, I've lost myself in the wilderness of uncertainty and I've been content with everything God throws at me. In all of Its variety and wonder, I've seen things I'd never imagine, met people with all kinds of perspectives and experienced all shades of the Universe's steady, flowing madness. Still, I am lost. I have no idea what I'm doing, why I'm doing it or how. I just do. I've constantly escaped my own expectations and gone with the hugs and punches. All in all, the trip has been full of loving strangers, good friends, old and new, and plenty of surprise. There's no way to describe It in all its variety, but here I will attempt a summary. In a whirlwind of delirium and clarity, of experiencing pulse within and without me, this is what I've come to realize.

First, I'd like to apologize for not keeping better, more regular updates. I've tried my best, with friends and family mostly, to keep contact out here on the road, but delirium, time and technology impede utter genuity. It's very different typing on a computer to masses of people than it is talking face to face. But here I will try, and I'd love if you'd ask questions, more personally, so I can clarify things that interest you. It's been one hell of a trip, and I can only barely describe it now so far, so here goes...

Before leaving, I made sure to get everything I need, including nearly 20 pounds of food (nuts, dried fruit, granola, vegetable supplements ~$80), a first aid kit, sunscreen, lip balm (all~$20), socks, shoes, clothes, toiletries including a roll of toilet paper, new iPhone for navigation and contact, old Verizon phone in case of emergency, a 'bivvy' sack, a light novel, and my African farmers' hat adorned with flowers to catch peoples' eyes. All of these material things, though blessings I could not live without, have weighed me down and made the trip that much more difficult. But so is life; despite their value, the weight of material things is a struggle unique to humanity. Whether necessarily eating, or willingly playing, there's no end to the variety and wonder of our material possessions.

On Tuesday, June 1st, I set off from my parents' house in San Antonio, TX, after a whirlwind of preparations and doubt, but with a heart full of love, a body full of nourishment and a mind full of wonder, as only family may fully provide. It was hot, as expected, and my dedication consumed the doubts swimming around in my head. My first step was to make it to Interstate Highway 10, and once I got there, the doubts began to fade. Walking up 10, I saw my memories fade away behind me. The city I grew up in passed me by like my life flashing before my eyes, and I knew what I was seeking. I'm not sure whether it's happened yet, but I know I must be born-again, and again, and again. As I construct boxes to live in comfortably, perpetually along the trip, I realize the best We can do is to enjoy the present. All our doubts and expectations are born of a romantic history and imagined future. The only true contentment comes from enjoying every moment as if it is the only One.

In all of this musing, my feet carried me about 30 miles to the familiar town of Boerne, TX, where I camped near Cascade Caverns (~$10). This was likely the most uneventful evening of the whole trip thusfar. It was my first day out, and I felt a sense of optimism at having conquered my initial doubts to walk as far as I had from home. Still, I felt too close to comfort.

So, I continued walking the next day. I had made plans to meet a friend on Wednesday, June 2nd in Waring, TX at the Waring General Store, owned and operated by the folks at the Don Strange Ranch for a phenomenal weekly event known as Steak Nite. My good friend, Tom, cooked me and nearly 100 others a fabulously robust and uniquely Texan dinner, with beer and good times included. Here, I thought, will surely be a fond farewell to Texas as I know it, but the Universe had other plans.

The next day, being filled with nourishment and joy, I kept on walking, toward Fredricksburg on Thursday, June 3rd, just only a week ago, though it feels like it's been ages. The Texas hill country was really just beginning to kick my ass, but I made it to a little place called Alamo Springs. At the Alamo Springs General Store and Cafe, I was treated to the most friendly hospitality and graciousness I'd ever experienced. The staff there, in addition to making great burgers, will always have a good conversation with you and make you feel right at home. It seemed I had not yet left my comfort zone, and likely wouldn't for days still.

They recommended I check out the Fredricksburg Brewery on my way through, and considering I wouldn't make it to my destination out of the way at Enchanted Rock, I figured it'd be a nice experience. Boy, were they right! I enjoyed yet another Texas evening with the fine folks of Fredricksburg, where public drinking is legal, and you'll never find yourself at a loss for words. After meeting some locals, I got comfortable and prepared for what I expected to be the toughest days ahead.

Friday, June 4th, only days from leaving home, I set off from Fredricksburg toward Mason, TX, through some of the toughest heat yet. Only about 5 miles from town, at a small picnic area with "Don't Mess with Texas" signs, but no trash cans to boot, I encountered some cute kittens that seemed to have been dumped there. They were all 3 female, and so were likely not wanted for financial reasons. I felt bad for the poor things, being in the heat surrounded by snakes and coyotes and what have you, so I fed them nuts and water for a few hours while I tried to figure out if anyone could save them. I'm not sure if they're still there, but I sure hope someone picked tjhem up. Regardless, it was a lesson in restraint, that despite overwhelming compassion, there's nothing we can do sometimes. So, with a heavy heart, unprepared to carry 3 kittens 35 miles to my next destination, I left them behind, as good as dead. Still, God had plans for me that I could never have expected.

Only minutes after leaving the kittens, a man in an old Ford pulled over on highway 87 and asked if I needed any help. Worn through by the heat and bleak road ahead, I accepted, and boy was it a great choice! As the fellow Jeff drove me up a hill and we exchanged small talk, after hearing about the trip, he suggested that I was walking the wrong way to Colorado! Knowing some folks were going to be headed to Colorado by the end of the week, he recommended I check out the Kerrville Folk Festival, just around the corner from where I started in San Antonio. Hesitant to go backwards, but interested in the experience, I decided to accept the offer and hung out with Jeff the rest of the afternoon before we headed down to Kerrville. Once there, I knew I had been blessed in the decision!

A community of variety at its finest, they greet each and every person with a huge hug and a very appropriate "Welcome Home". No doubt, anyone could feel right at home at this 18 day(!!) music and culture festival in Quiet Valley in the heart of the Texas hill country. So, despite my physically coming full circle, I felt a sense of progress that can only be realized among a family of loving people all trying to find a place. Instead of the lonely road through the devastating edge of the Texas panhandle, becoming more and more deserted, then I spent the weekend in an oasis of splendor and community to which I will surely try to return. Like countless folks before me, the atmosphere of this festival 'marathon' lent to my outright
'Kerrversion,' that I would highly recommend to anybody! Still, my heart dedicated to the trip, by Sunday, I was ready to move on.

Lucky enough, I found a ride to Austin as I left, where I managed a ride through Dallas to Springfield, CO(gas~$80), both to catch up/get ahead, and skip over the deathly panhandle. Knowing I wouldn't want to jeopardize all that We have achieved thusfar, my heart told me I couldn't make it the five or more days through the desolation of the stretch I skipped, and my body and mind surely couldn't have managed to even accomodate the water necessary to such an endeavour in mid-June. Yet again, it was a great choice!

Springfield, CO, a cute town with an appropriately Simpsons' name, was more than accomodating as I refueled (battery and water), and met some locals. One such fellow, an recovering ex-con by the name of Thomas, provided me with the first monetary contribution on the road for the cause. Giving me 3 dollars and a place to relax before finding a place to sleep, we had quite a revealing discussion about the world and our place within it. Seeming opposites in our experiences and perspectives, we got along like peanut butter and jelly. Though we only agreed on fundamentals, we parted ways with the realization that, despite our differences, we're both dedicated to seeking the truth. He tried to give me a porno mag, and gave me a small bottle of anointing oil from his grandparents to fight the stench of the road. Still, smelly and worn out, I walked to just outside of town near a railway to pass out. Along the way, God played a beautiful joke on me, conjuring a storm all around me, but never reaching me, to accompany the gorgeous sunset on the plains. I have some astounding pictures, and I now know what Jimi Hendrix meant by Purple Rain.

The past couple of days have been the most difficult yet. Out in the middle of nowhere Colorado, though very glad to be here, I was bombarded by incredibly dynamic weather, less than hospitable farmlands and dusty, windy dirt trails. Following the railway much of the way, I passed through Deora, where I found a place to curl up Tuesday night, and by the grace of God, yesterday, managed to be picked up just before delirium set in about 20 miles still from Las Animas. Herman, a Dish cable guy, brought me into town, gave me renewed hope and a Pepsi, and went off to do his duty, installing cable for the fine folks of southeastern Colorado. Without him, I'd likely still be in route here.

To say the least, though it's been an epic trip, I still have no idea what I'm seeking. Like most blessings, it's likely right in front of my face. The things we take for granted are innumerable and everywhere, but how should we know unless it hits us? Maybe all I needed was an escape from my comfort zone, to see what the world would provide in new experiences and surprises. All I know is I still have a long road ahead, but plenty of time for it. I plan on rambling on the plains to see if I can't realize what I've been searching for. It dawns on me that maybe I'm trying to hard; maybe what I seek is as simple as finding a place in the world to joyfully, in love, fulfill my duty.

Regardless, I know we must perpetually count our blessings and thank the Universe for every opportunity. I know I will from here on out. Whether it be the incredible support y'all have shown this dream, or the strangers I make friends with along the way, there's no end to them. They are everywhere, unconditionally presenting themselves for our heart to manifest. No matter what We may try to realize, the fact that We can make a difference in this world together is astoundingly real.

So far we've raised over $600, less than $200 of which has been used towards this trip so far, so our collective donation to Amnesty International, supporting global human rights is sitting right around $400, with only a little over a week to go until I'm done. This incredible donation would not be possible without my good friends with Dreamtime Productions ATX (Austin, TX), Sonic Bloom Music Festival (the ultimate destination and loving sponsor) and support from each and every one of y'all! We've been phenomenally receptive to the dream, and We're turning it into phenomenal action! We've surpassed even my wildest expectations, and we'll be accepting contributions through July 14th in order to make this as big as possible! I will submit our collective donation to Amnesty International on July 15th, after collecting through Sonic Bloom and beyond. So keep spreading the dream to get as many people in on this as possible. I'd love to meet each and every one of y'all, so don't be shy! I apologize for any opportunity or contact I've missed, but it's been a hell of a ride. Hopefully as this thing gets done, I'll have more opportunity to respond to questions or concerns as you present them. Again, thanks so much for reading and keeping up with me! I wish the best for Us all. We love Us!

Peace & Love; We live as We dream--together.

Monday, June 7, 2010


Distraction is what keeps us happy. If not for losing ourselves in silly and entertaining things, We'd surely realize the darkness which surrounds us. Only recently, as secular individualism has taken over, have such distractions become distinct from responsibility. We think of freedom and liberation as ultimate absolutes to be 'achieved' somehow apart from obligation. Yet liberation is not something material to acquire. It is mere realization and astounding revelation. It is a fist in the face and light wind on the skin, and all the myriad feelings in between, but also none of them. There's no telling where inspiration might come from next but We can rest assured It will always surprise even our wildest expectations. Phenomena are the stage beyond which Truth plays, and it is through our perceptions that sacrality is constructed. Because we are often inherently limited by our perspective, then, We designate all varieties of sacred things, operating in the dualism of the Cosmos through their opposition to the profane. But every religion leaves room for adaptation in order to survive. Blatant contradictions promote still more variety, and often lend to division and separation. It is a self-perpetuating cycle, between difference and division, which propagates reality. Though even the most basic, fundamental dichotomies, light/dark, masculine/feminine are useful learning tools and ways of understanding, We must always remember that they are only just that, constructions of the mind. It is certainly one thing to understand the world through their lens as we are designed to do, but it is surely another impermissible hatred to divide people morally. When We realize that our perspectives are just that, We view everything as sacred, exploring limitless realms of possibility as the Universe intends. Without a love of variety, cycles continue to wash over and through us to fill the void. Distractions are perpetual lessons in love born of these cycles; they remind Us how simultaneously silly, fragile and absurd this adventure of life is. We can take anything and everything from them. We are the experimenters, the dreamers of the dream, into and from eternal cycles of endless impossibility. There is no liberation without distraction, and no distraction without responsibility because ultimately We are All One, despite the play. If God is a man, He's surely a relentless jokester.

“For what it’s worth -it’s never too late or, in my case, too early to be whoever you want to be. There’s no time limit, stop whenever you want. You can change or stay the same, there are no rules to this thing. We can make the best or the worst of it. I hope you make the best of it -I hope you see things that startle you. I hope you feel things you never felt before. I hope you meet people with a different point of view. I hope you live a life you’re proud of -If you find that you’re not, I hope you have the strength to start all over again.”

Saturday, June 5, 2010

Infinitely Progressing Cycles

"We shall not cease from exploration. And the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where We started. And know the place for the first time." --T.S. Elliot, Little Gidding

As I find myself winding physically in perpetual cycles as usual yet maintaining my dedication's infinite expansion, and sit blogging at the top of a hill overlooking Quiet Valley at the Kerrville Folk Festival, I wonder if we might better describe evolution in terms of infinitely progressive cycles. Change and adaptation are inevitable because it's the very nature of this dance we call the Cosmos. Karmic cycles, yin and yang, good and evil are all constructions of the mind bound to physical laws. This reality is our reason, while ultimate reality is unreasonability, impossibility and unconditionally loving creativity. This is what proceeded God, if it may even properly be described. This is what will remain after It, and everywhere in between. It oozes through the seams of reason, readily available to All if We can rise up to meet it. And there's no realization without each other. And so the cycle continues because God keeps on dancing. And We keep on dreaming. It's as natural as It is versatile, everytime We put Our heart in It.

Peace & Love; We live as We dream--together.

Thursday, June 3, 2010

Forceful Graces and Tender Mercies

It's astounding how often we take for granted the little blessings right in front of our faces. We're all prone to forgetting how amazingly awesome even our own existence truly is. We get lost in our day to day obligations that we neglect realizing their inherent connection to our liberation. We constantly think we need more time or help or to lower our expectations because we never seem to be able to do enough. But every effort, every selfless act fulfills it's own duty. Everytime we forget ourselves and do something, anything, in spite of our Self, we're tapping into the same divine creative forces that make flowers both powerful and fragile, animals both perfectly natural and bizarre. It is our uniqueness and variety that makes us powerful, and our selfless inspiration of such in others that perpetuates our power. So we're only as powerful as we can distinctly harness the power of others to promote innovation and evolution. There is only limited power in our own unique abilities, but together we flourish! Just as flowers risk their own well being passively in defense, so we too adapt most readily when we leave our egos behind, sacrificing everything we may hold dear here and now for an imagined brighter future, within and without us.

Tuesday, June 1, 2010

A Beginning

Well I'm on the road finally currently in boerne, tx at cascade caverns. The only unexpected trouble I've had thus far is not being able to figure out how to embed photos here for y'all. It seems my external brain can't do everything! Regardless these first ~30 miles have been quite pleasant! I saw Texas highway wildflowers,a small horse and a giant cow, fields, backcountry roads and interstate highway ten. I gave countless people peace signs and received a number of waves, strange looks, incomprehensible yells and one seemingly friendly honk. One fella' asked if I was headed to California, another offered me a beer, and others seemed frightened of me. All in all though my vision has been received well so far deep in the heart of Texas! I was even given a Fredricksburg peach. Water has been very generously granted to me everywhere I've asked, and I'm hoping things will continue this way.

It's still been tough though as expected. It's hot, my feet are killing me and I'll need to stop to get moleskin for my blisters in the morning. My pack is too heavily weighted down by material things and food, my back hurts and there's always no end to things I'd like to complain about. But We need to perpetually focus on the on the good to remind ourselves to constantly expect the best. Only in hard times can We learn to improve and that's why I'm out here. This couldn't be possible without y'all. Thanks for joining me in this adventure!

Peace & Love; We live as We dream --together.

Monday, May 31, 2010

I Love You

I'm nervous, but as the Cosmos always has, I trust It will provide. I'll be leaving in hours and I've never felt so unsure of everything in my entire life. I know this is reality at its finest, with all its doubts and insecurities, nagging worries and anticipations. I know I just want to be free, if only for a little while. But why? Why do I want to escape? What am I escaping from? I think my life is pretty good; I have a loving family, great friends, a bright future. So what am I afraid of? Am I afraid of responsibility? Of expectations? Of getting lost in 'reality'? That can't be, because it's inescapable. Am I afraid of anything?

I guess that's why I'm doing this. I want to experience something incredible. I want to get out of my comfort zone to really learn something; force myself to adapt. Call it a rite of passage, social-spiritual detox, soul-searching, what matters is that I put my whole heart into it. If my heart is driving my being, the body and mind will follow. At least, this is my hypothesis. There's no telling what will stand between me and Bliss, but I know it won't be easy. Even if everything goes according to plan, it's going to be painful, discomforting, and certainly revealing. I must test my own character in order to test yours.

Because I couldn't do this without you. The You in you is the same as the You in me. The only difference is perspective, and I'd love to learn yours always a little bit better. I'll gladly try to share my perspective here, especially along this walk over the next month, but please don't hesitate to show me You. You're the reason I breath, each and every last one of you. I live to remind you that we're all in this silly little adventure together, even if it doesn't always seem so. Every division our minds make to understand the world can be mended by the heart, through unconditional love, and I walk to remind Us of this. It's only a first step, but I'll be back. Thank you for being you.

Peace & Love; We live as We dream --together.

Monday, May 24, 2010

Impending Transformation

A very friendly reminder of the infinitely incredible simultaneous versatility and unity of the Cosmos:

"We're not just tourists here on this tiny speck, We belong here. We've always been here and always will be. Our brains are the most complicated things in the known Universe, which We grew from Our own hearts, without even knowing it. And surely We can't do this alone. We're all in It together. We know very well what We are, but We can't admit It. But the You in you is the same as the You in me; Deep down in the very middle of Our heart, We know it. As the apple is the energy of the tree, You, yes You, are the energy of the world. We, the deep down You, are Brahman; the Self of the Universe—the which than which there is no which of; the heart and foundation of All. So what are We doing Brahman? We're playing On and Off with our Self, hide and seek with our Self; just passing Eternal Time with Adventure. We forget who We are, really; We think we're lost in the middle of a big, big outside world that isn't you, that you don't understand and that you can't control. There has to be something else, something other, to bring out the feeling that you are you. And so that you can feel really you, that outside world has to seem really strange, different, weird. You old Trickster. Deep down in, We know the whole bit. Therefore, what You want is a surprise! So We have to let things get out of control. We have to feel lost and lonely to know You as you; We invent lusts and loves, fears and terrors, gnawing anxieties and forceful manipulations. We imagine, It's not really me, It's It that runs the show. But You are It; We are running the show, by not letting Our right hand know what the left is doing; by believing there's a great separation between what you do and what happens to You. We don't just play Our Eternal game with such simple elements as black and white, on and off or life and death. To seem as Real as real can be, Our play must be so complicated that you can't figure It out, especially using figures to figure It. So, between black and white, We create whole ranges of colors; between sound and silence, We create whole scales of tones; and between something and nothing, We create All the textures of feeling. Our world is All of these elements; of light and sound, of taste, smell and touch, incomprehensibly scribed and scribbled together in many dimensions within the wondrous script of Our heart to perpetually and subtly remind You of Our Adventure."
--Adaptation of Alan Watts: OM The Sound of Hinduism (part 1a) by Richard Einstein

What are We doing Brahman? When? For how long? Where? How? Who? Why?
These questions are fundamental to existence. They are the most basic, intuitive and loving questions, derived of the heart, because they attempt to acknowledge the infinitely incredible variety of the Cosmos in Its Oneness. Oneness is Abundance. Rather than scarcity in our separated individualism, there is tremendous abundance in Our Universal Unity. Whereas exclusivity, illusory separately separate separation, exclusively produced of and producing cyclical fear and doubt, leads to delusion, greed and hatred, true mutuality, utter reciprocally reciprocal reciprocality, mutually produced of and producing hope and creativity, leads to progressive clarity of place and purpose, non-attachment and love. Oneness, then, is the mean to every end, ultimate end to every reason, the answer to every question and ultimate question of every reality. It is All and It is nothing, for We can't have one without the other. Everything is sacred, because nothing is sacred. It is neither created or born nor annihilated or killed, neither foul nor immaculate, neither deficient nor excessive. Therefore, Unity is inevitable despite Our manifest separation. Transformation is happening All the time, All around Us, in every phenomenon of the Universe. Regardless of constantly forgetting what Our heart perpetually reminds Us, there is always Hope. True Hope does not come from passively playing small in the world. It doesn't come from loss of ego, nor any doctrine We may teach, for it is derived of feeling not thought. Hope manifests itself as bright beautiful lights through experiencing the adventure of the Cosmos in All variations of Our Glory.

"Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It's not just in some of us; it's in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others."
—A Return to Love: Reflections on the Principles of a Course in Miracles by Marianne Williamson

they emit a strong mechanical hum that fills the emptiness provided by time and divided by imagination. they manipulate the world around, illuminating the dark into a breathing electronic cityscape, casting shadows that carve dusty yesterday into a reanimated paradise

Sunday, May 23, 2010

The Density of Inaccessibility

The Moth and the Star
By James Thurber

A young and impressionable moth once set his heart on a certain star. He told his mother about this and she counseled him to set his heart on a bridge lamp instead. “Star’s aren’t the thing to hang around,” she said; “lamps are the thing to hang around.” “You get somewhere that way,” said the moth’s father. “You don’t get anywhere chasing stars.” But the moth would not heed the words of either parent. Every evening at dusk when the star came out he would start flying toward it and every morning at dawn he would crawl back home worn out with his vain endeavor. One day his father said to him, “You haven’t burned a wing in months, boy, and it looks to me as if you were never going to. All your brothers have been badly burned flying around street lamps and all your sisters have been terribly singed flying around house lamps. Come on, now, get yourself scorched! A big strapping moth like you without a mark on him!”

The moth left his father’s house, but he would not fly around street lamps and he would not fly around house lamps. He went right on trying to reach the star, which was four and one-third light years, or twenty-five trillion miles, away. The moth thought it was just caught in the top branches of an elm. He never did reach the star, but he went right on trying, night after night, and when he was a very, very old moth he began to think that he really had reached the star and he went around saying so. This gave him a deep and lasting pleasure, and he lived to a great old age. He parents and his brothers and his sisters had all been burned to death when they where quite young.

"In any form, creativity challenges preconceptions, digests conventions, and throws us to burn and drown in the intensely unfamiliar. It changes who we are. 'Being creative' is agreeing to an adventure from which nobody has ever, ever returned." --"The Dangers of Creativity," an essay in Michael Garfield's "Painting While Dancing" series about the world of performance visual art.

Peace & Love; We live as We dream --together.

Friday, May 21, 2010

Expect the Best, Hope for the Worst

“We could never learn to be brave and patient, if there were only joy in the world"
--Helen Keller

"If the glory can be killed, we are lost." --East of Eden, John Steinbeck

Never give up, never surrender; a simple saying for a complex life.  Though we all experience this dream differently, we've surely all realized that nothing ever turns out quite the way we expect.  We're just too small and inherently fallible to know what's to come.  Our projections are always speculative, and often miss the mark.  This is surely disconcerting considering the havoc our failures always seem to reap.  But there's always hope, and it seems, when nothing goes according to plan, Our best hope lies in picking up the pieces, learning from our mistakes, and trying again.  Without this hope, our complacency gets the best of us, impeding progress.

Living Our life like it's golden, then, is truly the most difficult yet rewarding effort possible.  If we're constantly expecting the best of ourselves, yet hoping to learn along the way, we need disappointment.  Hoping for the worst is acknowledging the value of surrendering yourself, all of your expectations and inhibitions, here and now, to expect the best, through experiencing the world in all its splendor and stupor, still to come.  The glory of the future is sewed into the worries of today, and We must realize it.  Otherwise, we're bound to cycles of apathy and grief, joy and love, perpetually into infinity.

So, rather than surrendering to fate, hoping all is well, but expecting the worst is still to come, as the saying usually goes, the key to progress is seeing the best in the future by trying to understand the troubles of the present.  Change is surely the only constant, and it is up to Us to determine how it manifests.  When we are content here and now, though, by the nature of our private embodiment, there's no reason to care about the future.  The vicious cycle of complacency and apathy is written into the realities we all know and love.  The only way to truly learn is to step outside of our personal comfort zones, experience new things, loving all manifestations of Our wondrous Universe despite aversions, unconditionally and without fear of failure or expectation of reward.  Only through working hard to perpetually surrender our own (well-)being for the greater good of all may we finally all realize bliss and peace, always together.  There can be no peace without bliss for all, and no Universal bliss without selflessness.

“For what it’s worth -it’s never too late or, in my case, too early to be whoever you want to be. There’s no time limit, stop whenever you want. You can change or stay the same, there are no rules to this thing. We can make the best or the worst of it. I hope you make the best of it -I hope you see things that startle you. I hope you feel things you never felt before. I hope you meet people with a different point of view. I hope you live a life you’re proud of -If you find that you’re not, I hope you have the strength to start all over again.”

Peace & Love; We live as We dream --together.

Wednesday, May 19, 2010

Preparing for Peace

"As resources of the Earth become depleted, and countries and regions struggle over rights to food, water, and energy, conflicts will become more pressing and complex, underscoring the importance of practicing peace now. A first step is to understand that peace is a power within ourselves and the world that is activated and lived when we free ourselves from narrow defense strategies and choose instead to listen and open ourselves to the "other," discover shared interests, and invest our resources in values and practices that safe-guard all life."

Poverty is perhaps the most serious threat to world peace—even more dangerous than terrorism, religious fundamentalism, ethnic hatred or political rivalries.

Tuesday, May 18, 2010

Unreasonable Ventures

"...the reasonable man adapts himself to the world; the unreasonable one persists in trying to adapt the world to himself. Therefore, all progress depends on the unreasonable man [and woman]."

Maybe next summer!


“Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, and fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small doesn’t serve the world. There’s nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won’t feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We are born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It’s not just in some of us, it’s in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.” 

Sunday, May 16, 2010

So it Goes

"Those who seek should not stop seeking until they find. When they find, they will be disturbed. When they are disturbed, they will marvel, and will reign over all. [And after they have reigned they will rest.]"

3. Jesus said, "If your leaders say to you, 'Look, the (Father's) kingdom is in the sky,' then the birds of the sky will precede you. If they say to you, 'It is in the sea,' then the fish will precede you. Rather, the (Father's) kingdom is within you and it is outside you.

When you know yourselves, then you will be known, and you will understand that you are children of the living Father. But if you do not know yourselves, then you live in poverty, and you are the poverty."
--The Nag Hammadi Library: The Gospel of Thomas

Saturday, May 15, 2010

A Work in Progress

I had gone to no such place but to the smoke of cafes and nights when the room whirled and you needed to look at the wall to make it stop, nights in bed, drunk, when you knew that that was all there was, and the strange excitement of waking and not knowing who it was with you, and the world all unreal in the dark and so exciting that you must resume again unknowing and not caring in the night, sure that this was all and all and all and not caring. Suddenly to care very much and to sleep to wake with it sometimes morning and all that had been there gone and everything sharp and clear and sometimes a dispute about the cost. Sometimes still pleasant and fond and warm and breakfast and lunch. Sometimes all niceness gone and glad to get out on the street but always another day starting and then another night. I tried to tell about the night and the difference between night and the day and how the night was better unless the day was very clean and cold and I could not tell it; as I cannot tell it now. But if you have had it you know. -ernest hemingway, a farewell to arms

"You must be the change you wish to see in the world." -Mahatma Mohandas Gandhi

"Now I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds" --J. Robert Oppenheimer, Bhagavad Gita 11:32

We are capable of anything, good or bad.  We truly are the change we see in the world.

Wednesday, May 12, 2010

ऊँ नमो भगवत्यै आर्य्ा-प्रज्ञापारमितायै

"No one saves us but ourselves; no one can and no one may. We ourselves must walk the path, but the enlightened ones (bodhisattva) clearly show the way." ~ Gautama Buddha

"Here, O Sariputra, all phenomena of existence are characterized by voidness: neither born nor annihilated, neither blemished nor immaculate, neither deficient nor overfilled.

"Therefore, O Sariputra, in voidness there is no bodily-form, no feeling, no mental imaging, no consciousness; no eye, ear, nose, tongue, body, or mind; no sense objects of bodily-form, sound, smell, taste, or touchable states; no visual element, and so forth, until one comes to no mind-cognition element. There is no ignorance, nor extinction of ignorance, until we come to: no aging and death, nor extinction of aging and death. There is no suffering, no origination, no cessation, no path; there is no higher knowledge, no attainment (of nirvana), no nonattainment.

Therefore, O Sariputra, by reason of his nonattainment (of nirvana), the bodhisattva, having resorted to prajnaparamita (transcendental wisdom), dwells serenely with perfect mental freedom. By his non-possession of mental impediments (the bodhisattva) without fear, having surpassed all perversions, attains the unattainable (bliss of) nirvana."

gate gate paragate parasamgate bodhi svaha!

Gone, gone, gone beyond, gone altogether beyond!

The greatest wisdom is in simplicity. Love, respect, tolerance, sharing, gratitude, forgiveness. It's not complex or elaborate. The real knowledge is free. It's encoded in your DNA. All you need is within you. Great teachers have said that from the beginning. Find your heart, and you will find your way." 13moon.com

"Let us not always be preoccupied with the words of others who we admire and respect with their own words of wisdom, but derive from them our own interpretation of their thoughts and pass them along to one another in our own words."

"Nothing is original. Steal from anywhere that resonates with inspiration or fuels your imagination. Devour old films, new films, music, books, paintings, photographs, poems, dreams, random conversations, architecture, bridges, street signs, trees, clouds, bodies of water, light and shadows. Select only things to steal from that speak directly to your soul. If you do this, your work (and theft) will be authentic. Authenticity is invaluable; originality is non-existent. And don't bother concealing your thievery- celebrate it if you feel like it. In any case, always remember what Jean-Luc Godard said: "It's not where you take things from- it's where you take them to."

We are all instruments of Culture...
Let us focus our attention on our powers of creativity
as human players within this planetary dream!

Monday, May 10, 2010

The Greatest Achievement

The greatest achievement is selflessness.
The greatest worth is self-mastery.
The greatest quality is seeking to serve others.
The greatest precept is continual awareness.
The greatest medicine is the emptiness of everything.
The greatest action is not conforming with the worlds ways.
The greatest magic is transmuting the passions.
The greatest generosity is non-attachment.
The greatest goodness is a peaceful mind.
The greatest patience is humility.
The greatest effort is not concerned with results.
The greatest meditation is a mind that lets go.
The greatest wisdom is seeing through appearances.

Atisha (11th century Tibetan Buddhist master)

Thursday, May 6, 2010

Perpetually Seek the Truth

"He who has filled the universe, He who is Self in self, how shall I salute Him!" To know the Atman as my nature is both knowledge and realisation. "I am He, there is not the least doubt of it." "No thought, no word, no deed, creates a bondage for me. I am beyond the senses, I am knowledge and bliss." There is neither existence nor non-existence, all is Atman. Shake off all ideas of relativity; shake off all superstitions; let caste and birth and Devas and all else vanish. Why talk of being and becoming? Give up talking of dualism and Advaitism! When were you two, that you talk of two or one? The universe is this Holy One and He alone. Talk not of Yoga to make you pure; you are pure by your very nature. None can teach you."

An interesting perspective...

Tuesday, May 4, 2010

Oneness Is Abundance

"...Scarcity is part of our economic worldview... means that people are forced to compete and produce self-interest. We don't wake up in a world of abundance. Oneness is abundance; It has no limits. In a sense, it is such a powerful motivation for community life, if it's seen as We're working for one goal, mutually to reinforce each person's value in life..."

Friday, April 30, 2010

We Must Move On

Our Brothers...

Peace & Love, We live as We dream --together.

Wednesday, April 28, 2010

Desperate Means

Loneliness strikes so deep because it is the most strained filtration of the heart through the mind. It is indicative of Our biggest illusion; that We are somehow separate, distinct, not derived of, perpetuated by and returned to the same source. It roots the mind within the heart, constraining their respective and relative independence. It causes Us to confuse the two, and in Our confusion, We isolate them. But they need each other, just as We all do. Though the delusion of loneliness has a time and place in self-improvement, it more often facilitates reactionary impulses rather than consistently loving grace; We resort to desperate means to achieve desperate ends. We stew in vanity and ego, losing sight of what's really important: Us. We forget Our own importance regardless of conditional expectations, and unconditionally loving the Universe becomes impossible, because it seems too difficult to love ourselves. Our imperfections are inescapable, but Our ability for transformation is imminent.   Every thing is constantly changing everywhere instantly. There's no need to force it, and indeed, trying to forcibly control reality inherently renders the effect of the action impermanent. Only when We can learn to harness reality through understanding and unconditional love may We all truly know permanent liberation, only and always together.

This is for Us.
Peace & Love, We live as we dream --together.

Baby Einstein signing off. Thanks for reading!

Monday, April 26, 2010

Let It Ring

I apologize for the relative silence lately! I hope you're not missing me too much, but it's definitely been a stimulating week planning the pilgrimage!  There have been many developments since I first realized this revelation, and the Universe is supportive as expected.  More information to come soon regarding this endeavor, and thanks so much for y'all's support!  I'll be getting this ball rolling for real this weekend, so stay tuned!
And, just so you know, this kind of inspiration is why I'm walking:

"We live as we dream --together."

Peace & Love

Baby Einstein signing off. Thanks for reading!

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

Heart, The Lonely Pilgrim

"...If the glory can be killed we are lost..."
- East of Eden by John Steinbeck

There's no end to ways of understanding. The beauty and danger of the Universe is captured and transmitted through language, infinitely, endlessly, boundlessly, through positives and negatives, yins and yangs, femininities and masculinities, dualities constructed of the mind. But language is only the physical manifestation of the Universe filtered through the mind. It is not the Universe itself. Only our hearts truly know the Universe, and our minds merely filter what reality necessitates, what we call possibilities. The impossibilities, those Universal truths which we inevitably, by definition, fail to comprehend, are incomprehensible because they are derived of the heart. The heart operates on a different dimension from the language of the mind which is constructed to divide. The heart, instead, unites all dualities, a seeming impossibility in and of itself, to prove the impossible possible. It is in this action that the heart truly accesses ultimate reality. This ultimate reality, then, dictates, through the filters of our minds, this constructed reality in all of its (im)perfections, all of its many splendors and wonders, worries and anxieties. It produces society, which produces us, which produces them, which produces the dualities of reality themselves. It's no wonder it seems hidden, passive, an impossibility...

But life's journey, due to the yearnings of the passive heart, is one of adventure, of facing all odds, of proving the impossible possible. And so it has been realized upon me that We need constant reminders of the adventure of life, which commits me to a pilgrimage. This pilgrimage, mirroring the Universe's dualism, operates on two dimensions: the first, is the ultimate and abstract journey into your heart, the second, the arduous physical 1,000 mile pilgrimage from my hometown, San Antonio, TX, to the place where I became me, and me eventually We, Colorado. The significance and synchronicities of such a seeming impossibility are beyond reason. All I know, deep in my heart, is that I will need your support and encouragement. I am doing this to keep the dream alive that we can one day have a world which we do not wish to retreat from; a world we can all share in common peace, each fulfilling our destinies and blissful in each other's desires because Our desires are One desire, that desire derived from the heart, that unceasing search, unquenchable thirst, insatiable lust for true knowledge. When we each know it in our hearts, when we can realize it together, We can change the world.

And this is, naturally, no small task. I'll need all the encouragement and support I can get, whatever I can get, from anyone, because We're all in this together. I hope I can be an inspiration, in any way, to keep hope alive against the more salient dangers of fear. So, whether you can spread the dream, pray and hope for a successful pilgrimage, adventure and journey, or contribute to the cause, I hope We can all take part somehow. Because when one of us suffers, all of us suffer, just the same as our triumphs! We're in this boat together, and it's truly the dream that counts; the action is only the dream actualized.

Any contribution helps, from pocket change, to a tent or raincoat, to spreading the dream, but the more We can rally together, the more We can contribute to something truly larger than ourselves! I will donate all remaining funds raised upon the completion of my march to Colorado to Amnesty International, or the charity of Our choosing should We collectively pick a better one. So, please, whatever your effort, let's inspire heartfullness in our fellow humans to hopefully inspire more creativity to figure out how to construct a better World to share!

If you can't contribute for any reason but support the cause, please share with your friends via this blog or Facebook.  Contributions may be sent online via my bandcamp, where you can also receive some tunes I've made!

Peace & Love, please dream with Us

Baby Einstein signing off. Thanks for reading!

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

Hallucination Generation

There is more to reality than meets a normal eye...

Celebrating Action

I want to share this email from the Drug Policy Alliance and ask you to join me in pledging to help legalize marijuana.
Dear Friend,
This war won’t end if you stay silent.
4/20 is an important day for many people in our movement.  You may be one of the thousands of people gathering next week at rallies in Boston, Boulder, New York, Santa Cruz, Seattle and other cities.  Or maybe you just believe our country’s backwards marijuana laws need a major overhaul.
Whatever your plans on 4/20, let’s use the day to join together and declare our support for ending marijuana prohibition.  Click here to show your support for legalizing marijuana and help us reach 10,000 signatures by midnight, 4/20.
Maybe you smoke marijuana and are tired of being considered a criminal. Maybe you’re a teacher or public health advocate tired of politicians cutting money for education and health to pay for new jails and prisons.  Maybe you’re a civil rights activist appalled by racial disparities in marijuana law enforcement. Or maybe you just don’t want your tax dollars wasted on ineffective policies.
Now is the time to make your voice heard.  Sign our pledge and make a commitment to help legalize marijuana.  After you sign, tell 10 friends to add their voice.
Our movement includes people who love marijuana, people who hate marijuana, and people who don’t care one way or the other.  But we all agree on one thing – marijuana prohibition is doing more harm than good.
The tide is quickly turning against the war on marijuana.  Lawmakers across the country are introducing legislation to regulate marijuana like alcohol.  Newspapers are calling for major reform.  Sting and other prominent people are speaking out.  In November California voters will have the historic opportunity to vote on ending marijuana prohibition.
More Americans support legalizing marijuana than ever before, and it’s time for us to speak out.  Help us reach 10,000 signatures by midnight, 4/20 by signing our pledge to legalize marijuana.

Thanks for your time and support!