Light. Dark. RGB. CMYK.
Radiation…Reflection…Refraction…
The heart of the sun…and absolute zero.

Particle waves of probabilities overlapping…appearing to cancel each other out, here, there…casting illusory shadows on an illusory wall in an illusory barn…on an illusory farm…on an illusory world in an illusory universe…

It’s all real of course…that is, as real as we collectively make it.

Or perhaps part of our collective senses something unseen in those playful little shadows…thus becoming an enclave of awareness, conscious of subtleties otherwise overlooked or dismissed…

And thus, via such observation, what is real takes on new dimensions previously unimagined…

Shadow can now be recognized as light interfering with itself for the sake of contrast…to distinguish forms…so that events may unfold…and a story may play out.

A protagonist emerges…and as a by-product, here comes an antagonist. Light…making shadows of itself…endlessly…

And then one day…a protagonist or two billion stop and listen to this dance of light long enough to hear within its long and sordid tale a message…

…a clue as to its oft seemingly-pointless purpose…

…a clue that reveals how we are the light…eternal and flawless…playing shadow games with ourselves to pass away multiversal, fractaline eternity. Our shadow is us, and we are it, and knowing this—embracing it—we integrate our awareness.

The old ‘Us vs. Them’ mentality evaporates. No longer opposites, great heaps of friction slough off our hides, and a new story begins to unfold…

To master oneself requires stillness…

…a task many find too difficult to perform. It has long been the case with this one.

Ambitions—born out of generations of conditioning—feed [the] E-go…clouding wisdom…obscuring Dharma;

It is time for a course correction.

Ancient tools which served us well…we bid you adieu…for we can no longer serve as your pack mule on this road that has no end. You are an old skin we must slither our way out of, making room for new genetic sequences to combine and make sense of this ever-changing landscape of awareness.

Not an overnight procedure is this—if only we were so lucky.

Getting some new skin...

Stillness…stillness…

Patience…Patience…

Slowly but surely the veils of delusion become transparent…

…what once appeared so solid and restricting is revealed as nothing more than a thin veneer of semi-opaque cells, destined for the compost heap for eventual re-composition into new forms.

Knowing this pattern belies the impression that all is now seen clearly; no, no…

…for right behind it another veil will be lifted…and another, ad infinitum;

There is no end to this Russian doll of eternal, evolutionary enlightenment.

Let us simply avoid the mistake of fashioning a home out of our shed skins…

In this moment—this thin slice of temporal manifestation—our protagonist embarks on a quest.  With fingers crossed, prayers uttered and visualizations…visualized, this character takes the first step…knowing not for one instant just where it will lead…

Getting Tat @ American Graffiti Tattoos in Brighton, MI; Chris Page doing the honors.

Our protagonist pierces the veil of illusion…

…and 13.7 billion years of perception takes on a new perspective.

We find ourselves to be more than meat and potatoes. We are the air…the water…the sunlight…the earth…

…we are Indiana Jones and the space between spaces…

…we are Mother Theresa and the Holocaust…oil spills and IPhones…

…we are Alpha Centauri and Cracker Jacks—with a nifty little toy inside…just waiting to be discovered.

Our protagonist listens…patiently awaiting the next move…

Intent for this astral date: stillness…wholeness…presence…

…to operate from this place…this awareness…

…wielding Re-Creational Jitsu up the wazzoo…

…directing it towards manifesting/generating a sustainable, prosperous income from a source of abundant joy that compliments [our] Dharma.

Amen.

Today I awaken from a deep sleep…

Cobwebs disintegrate before my eyes, and I begin to understand something fundamental…more coherently than ever before…understanding it with experiential awareness that transcends all intellectual musings and theories…

The doors of expression are blown wide open, no longer hinging on the need to fit some predesigned mold; such limits are just that—limiting.

Liberated from these mind traps, movement ensues…creaky at first…in need of more of that magical tin-man oil…the crazy stuff that will grease the wheels as I embark on a journey of  as-yet untold proportions, in search of my true heart and voice. So here I soar, lubing up, moving pieces that have lain dormant for so long they feel as if born perhaps for the first time.

Explosivo!

Everything we know is bunk. Past, Present, Future…this linear train of truncated imagination is one of many outmoded devices that we unwittingly sell ourselves short by. In this moment—the singular, everlasting Presence of Being—may we cultivate the awareness needed to release ourselves of these mind trappings…and Realize our immeasurable potential…and invoke our intention to culminate our consciousness in a crescendo of cosmic proportions!

Forget what we Know; Knowing is a trap unto itself. Let us drop our Knowing, and simply Be. Simply Experience…

…and yet, let us be Active…take !

Action that is free of the trappings of the mind…yet receptive to the intuition of the heart.

Action that is complementary…

Action that is independent of desires molded from generations of conditioning…

Action that is liberated from all such illusions…and simply born from our love for life and our recognition of our oneness with that life-force—our oneness of being with the origin of all ‘things,’ as it were…

Here, true, boundless creativity breathes…here it has room to ruminate…

Here we grant ourselves the opportunity for reflection…to connect with our intent rather than our expectations and perceived responsibilities…thereby allowing our intuition to roam free from all the shoulds and shouldn’ts…permitting life to flow with nearly no limitations.

May this moment serve as a testament to the emergent principle of life…and inspire us to new heights as we allow ourselves to live to our fullest!

Namaste

Forces of unbidden proportions have obscured my vision(s). Countless light-years of potential(s) have evaporated into imaginary what-ifs and could-have-beens…

…until I find my being…sifting through the remains of one phoenix…knowing that within moments a new firebird will emerge. This is the cosmic tale of birth, death, rebirth that brings me back around to these here parts, to once again regale you with tales of joy and woe…with the hope that this-here be the time we manage to stay in touch, till true-death do us part.

At this wavelength of perceived space-time the myriad aspects of my being are striving to gracefully manifest for you a new narrative—replete with archetypal images—intent on titillating your imaginations…fornicating with them, even…in the hopes of cross-pollinating our collective potentials, for the sake of incubating a resilient awareness that will be birthed anew in the coming months and years; an awareness of egoless (or damn near) siblinghood…of whole-istic well-being for one (which is all).

So, kiddies, get ready for a new ride…and be ready to get out to help and push, as need be…lest we all be stranded in ever-ever-land with nowhere to go.

Your humble servant and esteemed guest,

Dr. you-know-who…

Hey there, world–just wanted to take a moment to quickly address my long absence and let you know that things will be picking back up here soon. A lot has occurred since this last summer that has kept me away, but I’ll be coming out of hibernation in the coming months, so stay tuned.

Incidentally, if you have the site saved in your RSS feeds you probably noticed the feed has not been working for a while. As I get things spun back up I will be fixing this.

All the best to you and yours,

E!

I mentioned in my recap of the Small Press & Alternative Comics Expo this last March that while there I’d been interviewed for a podcast hosted through Comic Related, a site that specializes in reporting on comics. I just got word yesterday that it’s now up on their site, so naturally I wanted to forward it on to you all. You can check it out via the link below.

Comic Related – The Related Recap #120

Wait for the audio to load, then if you want you can forward ahead to my interview, which starts at 40:25—and if you’re interested, right after that is an interview with my buddy Jay Jacot from Lansing.

Enjoy!

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The link was working earlier, but seems problematic now…so if you try it and it doesn’t work please give it another shot later.