Heaven and Hell

Adolescent Wishlist

• Be as good at juggling as Anthony Gatto.

• Have an orgy on molly

• Be physically beautiful

• Be popular

Mentor List

Aldous Huxley

Trait: Ponders deeply upon consciousness and the human condition. I respect that he advocates for solutions, throughout his life he proposed solutions. Thought of roads to take to get out of this mess of a world run by the minions of Moloch.

Accomplishment: Advocated for peace in wartime. Mentally/spiritually recovered from a year’s loss of eyesight and the suicide of his older brother. Joined a conclave of artists living alternatively. Proceeded to make such beautiful art that his name has out shown his lineage. (Matthew Arnold the poet on his mom’s side, and Thomas Huxley the evolutionary biologist who did more to spread Darwin’s ideas then almost anybody else on his father’s.)

James Hollis

Trait: He has cultivated the wisdom necessary to speak appropriately and honestly on life’s difficulties and how one can attune to their life and soul.

Accomplishment: Abandoned a stable career to listen to his inner calling. Moved to Zurich to study the Jungian way. The world is a better place because of it. He took a chance on his soul’s demands. The teachings and oral gifts he has accumulated and shared have personally guided me through some of the hardest decisions of my life.

Chris Bache

Trait: Fearlessly navigated inner space.

Accomplishment: 

Nearly 2 decades research into inner space with the powerful and frightening tool of high dose psychedelic therapy. The ability to articulate it and create a dharma artifact to guide. Chris Bache is one of the psychonauts who will undoubtedly be remembered. Him and Stan Grof are trail-blazers who have adequately and seriously investigated the scientific insights into psyche that can be edged into through the use of lsd as a psychic microscopic. He intrepidly dipped into the wisdom that can accrue when one dares to suffer.

Heaven Entry

My personal heaven is one where I have bought a piece of property in a desert near an airport. I have built a cobb house in which I live alone. I help people by sharing my mind through the internet It is a life of solitude and comfort to me. I am a successful writer. My work in the shimmer consumes my days and meets the needs of my financial demands. My words reach many people and it is enough to sustain me artistically. I have a lecture circuit and community in many distant places. I fly freely and travel often to speak of the exciting terrifying times we live in. It seems to help the world that I am aware of. It seems to be of use. It is of use.

 When I leave my home there is an openness to adventure and saying yes to random possibility. It is an unstructured optimism to novelty. When I am working, I am important to people who are interested in the things I write about. I do poetry, write fiction and philosophy. The world rises up to meet me. There is an audience who cares.

 I am untethered to a single relationship romantically. I have found alternative path’s to intimacy, I am fulfilled in my partner needs while living by myself. At my home in the desert, my cobb bungalow, I have a wonderful life structure. I have to think hardly at all about the decisions I make. When I am working artistically I eat simply, I workout a lot, I focus all my creative insights into my writing. I honor the mania of creative insights. It works. It works so well I can see it changing the way other people think of themselves.\ I do not allow people to visit me here, but i have many areas of community. I have connections in many places and I tend to them well. I make time to see the people I love. I honor my old friendships. It is a gift to know real humans. I am successful and feel that slowly I am working towards something to help the future of humanity. It has to do with technology. Maybe there is a company and I am high functioning.

I have created in my life a functional philosophy. I enjoy being seen when I travel. I enjoy being recognized. I enjoy being liked. I want to talk to many new beautiful people. I am talented and competent. I give all my insight and inspiration to the creative act of thinking well and writing on the mystery of being. I want to see the best in everything. And I do. I actually meditate. My focus is cumulative and the momentum of honoring my soul has created a successful madness within me. A productive enterprise has awoken in me that holds sacred the written word. It is a gift to be inspired so regularly; to create things artistically daily. I do not take it for granted. I do not treat it lightly. I honor the muse and she dotes on me. We work well and I worship regularly, bowing at the creative calling that has taken residence within me. Everyday I am learning. I am training. I am doing my best to honor the privilege of existence and the life of an artist. I am contributing my piece in the master puzzle of the human experiment. From sun up to sundown I am filled with goosebumps and the warm heaviness of soul.

 I am wondering what’s next for me? Knowing that I am happier than I ever thought I could be. Knowing that every living being has every right to be this happy. I did not set out to find happiness but nonetheless, alone in my cobb bungalow, it found me.

I am wondering as I always do at what’s beyond the boundary. What lies beyond the pale of a world I dared to imagine for myself. And I am the grateful to go there when the mystery of this game is up.