Monday, November 24, 2008

The only P.R.O.B.L.EM.

The only problem with mind is that, somewhere in our little mind, we assumed that our petty creations are much better &meaningful than the creators creation.

Today, I understand the futility of asking in the spiritual path, for we can only ask for what we know.

I remember my masters words "when you are still , your intelligence explodes.

Sunday, May 4, 2008

Ray-The wanderer

This is a passage born in my heart, born in the pain of ending one life and beginning another, born in the excitement of continuing the search for life's meaning. Some people do not have to search; they find their niche early in life and rest there, seemingly contented and resigned. They do not seem to ask much of life, sometimes they do not seem to take it seriously. At times I envy them, but usually I do not understand them. Seldom do they understand me.

I am one of the searchers. There are, I believe, millions of us. We are not unhappy, but neither are we really content. We continue to explore life, hoping to uncover its ultimate secret. We continue to explore ourselves, hoping to understand. We like to walk along the beach; we are drawn by the ocean, taken by its power, its unceasing motion, its mystery and unspeakable beauty. We like forests and mountains, deserts and hidden rivers, and the lonely cities as well. Our sadness is as much a part of our lives as is our laughter. To share our sadness with one we love is perhaps as great a joy as we can know-unless it be to share our laughter.

We searchers are ambitious only for life itself, for everything beautiful it can provide. Most of all we want to love and be loved. We want to live in a relationship that will not impede our wandering, nor prevent our search, nor lock us in prison walls; that will take us for what little we have to give. We do not want to prove ourselves to another or compete for love

This passage is for wanderers, dreamers and lovers, for lonely men and women who dare to ask of life everything good and beautiful. It is for those who are too gentle to live among wolves

James Kavanaugh
San Diego, 1970

Kavanaugh, I'm a wanderer too. I seek elusive meaning; I look for a reason beyond mundane existence. I wish to test the boundaries of reality, stretch it, play with it, to push myself to the limit and see what the mind is capable of doing. I want to explore reality, not reality as we see it now; this world is unreal. I want to see, feel & understand reality, perceive the world as vast amount of space with energy particles arranged in a different structure, so called matter, which includes us. I want to learn to harness the energy, shape the so called reality with my mind. One day. One day....and its not far away.