The Anti-Guru: The core skills that enable the shaman thing to stay true and clear and strong . . .
Integral Shamanics: What it's like doing the shaman thing.
Psychic Smoke: What it's like to be psychic . . .
Listening In Both Directions: Psychic stuff: as it unfolds . . .
Choiceless - Psychic stuff: the mechanics
In The Life When in the presence of enlightened beings, an Oscar winner, and many gluten-free baked goods, is it better to stay or leave?
Inflammation: Waking Up to life as a human torch; God is in the DNA; how to find the Tribe of Yes; weaning myself off The Funk; Just Say Yes to a deliciously dang fine morning . . .
Katana. Backstory, from a recent perspective. "But of course, I could just be nuts, or simply fruity flavored of the usual misanthropic, nihilistic, scary-loner variety, that well-trod path of Those Who Sip Of The Sour Grape. This is part of the fun of it all: not knowing what the heck is going on other than what is distinctly Not going on. And a sense of purpose. Something driving me forward To Know. Acknowledging that Something Is Happening, cutting off all paths of retreat. The presence of a kind of moonlight that sparkles in the water as I paddle in my little canoe, across a vast expanse of ocean at night, just me and a couple of crabby felines, the occasional whisper on the wind of other folks on similar sea voyages, just enough food, money, interaction with other humans to live, to be alive, to keep going."
A Working Stiff in Cubicleland. Someday this will be a map on How To Get Free. Or perhaps a cautionary tale on how not to lose your marbles, and dive off the deep end, and go all anti-social and sh*t, and be a scary loner single female over 40 with cats, and step-by-step detonate what facsimile of a life you have left.
Awake. I understand now why so many sages are so incredibly cranky and short tempered. When you begin to understand that Life and love and prosperity have absolutely nothing to do with happiness or comfort or wealth or soulmates, it is a bit of a letdown, and when people keep pestering you for tips on How To Acquire More Cash and How To Find Your Soulmate, well, it's just boring and annoying and finally just stoopid.
Ass Magma and The Vapid Flail. Back to school fun and the joy of homework, whereupon I discover that I am an idiot, although my sense of humor remains flapping happily in the breeze.
You Can't Always Get What Ya Want. The first leg of my back-to-school extravaganza: My first week in Albany, aka The Descent Into The Weird Fiery Pit of God/Life/Spirit's Twisted Little Sense of Adventure.
Filling The God-Hole, Part Two Why I blog. And why I'm dang glad you come here and keep me company.
Follow The Yes. Why I went back to school, what it meant to me, how I got my ass kicked, and how you can, too. This is your life: are you living it?
Fill My Holy Grail With Serotonin. Family, food, drugs, and stress.
'Shram Living. Or as I like to refer to it, Escape From Guruville: God, Celibacy, and The Wine and Nekkidness Fallout.
The Mens. The Ex Files. I tell myself: remember the good, remember the love. It's been quite the adventure . . .
The first few posts. A little something from wayyyyyyy back at the beginning of this whole shebang: April 2003.