I don’t know why or how the certainty arises, the absolute knowing of how all this works, the deep, unshakeable conviction in one’s theories, insights and realizations. I don’t know why or how the certainty dissolves leaving convictions and beliefs, truths and absolutes dispersing like smoke on a windswept hill, leaving only vague memories of the comfort and security they once bestowed. I don’t know why or how the need to know and the knowing itself evaporated, leaving me str

About 3 yrs ago, I was led back to the path of seeking, assisted by a few high dose psilocybin experiences. I meditate 40 minutes a day. I think there's been some effect: at times, I can't really tell myself who I am (though I can still tell others). I procrastinate less and crave sugar less. I feel much less of my lifelong self-dislike and depression. Most of all, there is often a *silence* when I look at things that was rarely there before. It can be deafening at time

Thich Nhat Hanh I have been sceptical of this concept in the past, failing to see how such a sangha (of even highly spiritually developed people) could avoid the politicking, corruption and power grabs that seem to beset even the best-intentioned communities and thereby ruining any hope of a transformative, equitable, sustainable, communal teaching model. There has recently been a revolution in my thinking however that has opened my mind to ‘The next Maitreya will be the Sang

The calendar and culture speak of a new year and it is refreshing and heartening to seemingly begin again and to share greetings of good health and good fortune with others. I can’t help but notice though that no such thing exists as a new year, only seasons repeating themselves with no fixed point of a beginning or end. And even the seasons, those miraculous events! are themselves mere sheathes of regularity upon a deeper reality: a reality not moved by day or night, summer