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Forward

Life, at its beginning, is like a raindrop falling intoa rushing river. There is no momentum but forthat drawing you in. The river catches and pulls,until your speed is nearly that of the water. Thisis coming of age. You learn to swim, and thecurrent continues on pulling, no matter which way you swim, ever downstream. This is the grownadult. Finally, the river opens into an ocean,carrying the raindrop, plump with nutrients, intothe great beyond. This is death. The sun warmsthe ocean, and pure water becomes one with theair again. This is what comes of it all.We are born in a state of calm wonder. We'renot sure what we knew then; not certain we knewanything at all beyond that we were in a new place.Still, in dreams and visions, we can catch a glimpseof that newly born serenity. It may be the onlytime in life when abstracted anxieties and fearshold no relevance; the only time when purposeseems clear.

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Our culture has transformed the process ofgrowing up into a gradual acceptance of immersionin a science-fiction nightmare. We're taught thatchildhood implies innocence, and surely for some itdoes. For far too many, though, it is marked byindoctrination into systemic disconnection. Justbelow the surface, a growing sense of alienationhas redefined the bulk of our everydayinteractions. We see that deception built upondeception has become standard practice, and ourillusions are mistakenly taken for the way theworld works. Sometimes, we try to escape;another town, another country, all to no avail.Everywhere is just another flavor of bullshitmasquerading as progress. We try on love, drugs,violence, seclusion, art, sex, money; all proveplastic masks, pitiful in their attempts to take theworld as we see it and lend purpose to the insanityof our civilization.

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I'm not writing this because I have foundanswers. I'm writing this because I believe we'velargely lost the tools to seek out our own, realanswers. Many feel out of place in the world ashumans have shaped it. It feels too surreal; toopresumptuous; too doomed to reap a harvestplanted without due consideration.It took a long time to reconcile my own naturewith the reality of existing in a world wheredivinity is struggled against every step of the way.It took longer still to recognize this reconciliationas the easy part. The hard part, I discovered, liesin reclaiming our divine right to consciously createthe agreements which constitute our perception ofreality. Together, we dream the world. Becominglucid in this dream, and aware of ourselves as anorigin of its content, restores our right to choosewhat world we want to live in. Part of why I'm writing this is to try andintroduce a language capable of facilitating honestdiscussion of what I call experiential spirituality inthe context of our contemporary psychocultural