Archive Monthly Archives: March 2021

“Nothing is Dead”

“Shivaji spoke. As he did so, the flames surrounding his form palpitated in rhythm with his words. ‘Nothing is dead. All is alive, vibrating, and intelligent. Look around.” Theo did so and was astonished to see that the grass, the trees, even the buttes and mountains did, indeed, throb with life force and glow with […]

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“Apricots”

When I was a child, my mother was only given ten dollars a week to purchase groceries for our family of five. She bought bread and doughnuts from the Hostess “day-old” shop and stretched her budget as best she could. We drank generic soda before they even had a name for it and ate a […]

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“Transformation”

“What a different world he discovered! One night of snowfall had utterly transformed his mountaintop. What had been gray and brown was now uniformly white. What had been sharp-edged was now smooth-faced. What had been moonlike now resembled the North Pole of one’s childhood fantasies. Only the waterfall and the lake remained as they had […]

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“The Ancient Spell”

“The bus slowed to pass over a steel bridge spanning a deep canyon. In the soft morning light the plant growth below the bridge showed the color and texture of peat moss. The trees climbing up the banks above the bridge, protected as they were from the sunshine by a rim of encircling hills, shone […]

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“Bodiless”

“She would never forget that first time it happened. She was meditating. All was still. All was settled. All was gentle. And then, she had no body! It was there one moment and gone the next. It had disappeared, vaporized, dissolved into the ether. The subtle pressure of the back of her hand against her […]

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“Incense”

“The Nag Champa incense instantly conjured in my memory the initiation ceremony conducted on the day I learned to meditate. In a pristine home, on a sultry afternoon, in an unprepossessing suburb of Miami, I first saw the suit-clad young man, upright in bearing with shining countenance, my teacher, my hierophant, Doug Birx. A temple […]

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“The Artistic Laboratory”

“My laboratory was also that of an alchemist, and from my stored treasures I sought, as he once had, the materia prima, whose discovery would bring the Great Light to my being. My alchemist worked with the physical elements of my body and the ideational vapors of my mind. In his retorts and alembics could […]

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“The Easter Bunny”

It happened early on Easter morning. I was five years old at the time and had, with my brother as my sole companion, embarked on a big-boy adventure, flying down to Florida to stay with my grandparents. My grandmother was a delightful, short, round woman who, at every opportunity lavished love on and spoiled us. […]

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