Where or when we see our true nature
is not important.
^click above sentence for an audio treat^
One of them, years ago,
like the day I shot this photo,
sent me on my path,
and it wasn't my near death.
Although that
helped.
It has not been a straight line,
but the pins of delusion are quietly falling
with more awareness.
Want a easy pointer?
Start with awareness of our death.
That was the main wake-up call that day
that started me off.
I looked over a great valley view
from a ancient site's pointed precipice,
realizing that it existed before me and it will after me.
So do “I” exist now?
For about 20-30 minutes, my “I” did not.
It was not scary,
it was an unbelievably freeing.
is not important.
^click above sentence for an audio treat^
One of them, years ago,
like the day I shot this photo,
sent me on my path,
and it wasn't my near death.
Although that
helped.
It has not been a straight line,
but the pins of delusion are quietly falling
with more awareness.
Want a easy pointer?
Start with awareness of our death.
That was the main wake-up call that day
that started me off.
I looked over a great valley view
from a ancient site's pointed precipice,
realizing that it existed before me and it will after me.
So do “I” exist now?
For about 20-30 minutes, my “I” did not.
It was not scary,
it was an unbelievably freeing.
