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Recognizing and celebrating our Condition of Irreducible Mystery.

Thursday, March 21, 2013

Palindromes read the same way forward as backward.


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Coincidence?
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Wednesday, March 20, 2013


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"All that is perishable is but an allegory."


Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (final lines of his 5-Act play Faust).
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Madonna and Child


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I'm not a guru. Indeed, I'm allergic to gurus! I'm an entertainer. I feel deeply entertained by my vision of life and so, naturally, I enjoy sharing that vision (just as soccer fans love to yak about soccer). I hope that those who catch a glimpse of the vastness will also feel deeply entertained.

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Plain Talk about the Unsayable

Plain Talk about the Unsayable
Like the taste of fresh, clear water, enlightenment is subtle to describe. Yet it is here for the tasting, and even the most carefully chosen words become obsolete as soon as you take the first sip.

An essay comparing the teachings of four yogic adepts of the descending power.

An essay comparing the teachings of four yogic adepts of the descending power.
Many Westerners have heard bits of teachings from classical yoga about “Kundalini,” a bio-energy said to lie dormant at the spinal base until it is activated and rises to the crown, triggering extraordinary psychophysical effects. Much less familiar in the West are teachings about what might be called the “descending power,” as well as descriptions of a full circuit of life energy, both ascending and descending.

An essay about what I call "The Signal."

An essay about what I call "The Signal."
“The eye through which I see God is the same eye through which God sees me; my eye and God's eye are one eye, one seeing, one knowing, one love.” Meister Eckhart (1260 - 1328)

PUBLISHED IN 10 LANGUAGES

PUBLISHED IN 10 LANGUAGES
"Weaves a genuinely magic spell." Kirkus Reviews ----- In the blue ice of an arctic cave, a scientist has made an extraordinary discovery: a shaman woman's body, frozen for 25,000 years in a near-perfect state, with an embryo waiting to be born.... They called her Ember, the child of their heart, born to surrogate parents who refused to yield her after birth. Raised among the Quanoot Indians, Ember is as modern as those around her, a young woman struggling with a loneliness and yearning she does not yet understand. Stronger than her classmates, imbued with the power to heal, Ember's soul resounds with the cries and whispers of a time she has never seen, and of a people who beckon her home. Desperate to unravel the mystery of her birth, Ember embarks on a spellbinding journey to find the people who call to her in her dreams. Guided by a shaman who has waited for her return, pursued by the man of science who brought her to life, Ember is drawn to a place where no one else can go--where her ancestors, the golden-skinned people of her dreams, wait for her to set them free...

PUBLISHED IN 4 LANGUAGES. "An unexpected, deftly written erotic charge." Kirkus Reviews

PUBLISHED IN 4 LANGUAGES. "An unexpected, deftly written erotic charge." Kirkus Reviews
Two American scientists survive a helicopter crash atop a South American jungle mesa, where they discover a 500-year-old Chinese colony hidden in a deep valley. The city, called Jou P’u T’uan (Prayer Mat of the Body), is a society based on the Taoist practice of sexual yoga: soul-awakening through physical ecstasy. But the population is dying because of its lack of male offspring. As the scientists puzzle out the mystery of the all-female society, an exotically beautiful warrior named K’un-Chien entangles the pair in an erotic triad that could heal their souls—or end their lives.

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The Story of Gen, a young woman who escapes a bio-warfare research lab carrying in her body billions of tiny organisms engineered from parts of her own cells. These microscopic entities empower her with wonderful and terrifying abilities as they compel her to complete a journey to fulfill their own destiny. As Gen seeks to learn where her superhuman gifts are taking her, she discovers what it is to be a very human woman in love.

“Canter weaves together exciting action, tender relationships and plausible science." Kirkus Reviews

“Canter weaves together exciting action, tender relationships and plausible science." Kirkus Reviews
Aria Rioverde, a professor of ethnomusicology, is rapidly going blind. Desperate, she submits to being a test subject in an experimental procedure that surgically implants tiny computers in her retinas and brain. The system restores her eyesight, but unexpectedly her vision keeps evolving—growing more and more powerful.

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I’m a true romantic, and by that I don’t mean that I always do something special for my wife on Valentine’s Day—although that happens to be the case. I mean that I believe in the Redemptive Power of Love. Every one of my novels expresses the same moral theme: Love (not power) is the only force that can render us fearless. That’s also a central theme of Romanticism—the artistic, literary, and intellectual movement that began in Europe at the end of the 18th century and peaked in the 19th century, and included the works of Whitman, Emerson, and Thoreau. Another recurring idea that drove the Romantic Era is the revelatory wisdom and beauty of nature. My novels always explore the wonder and wildness, bliss and terror of the human body within the natural world (Eros writ with a capital ‘E’).”
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