Sublime

The idea is this: that from the moment of birth until we leave our mortal bodies, a good being is assigned to us, watching over and supporting all our efforts to draw down the divine into matter and so make matter sublime.

There are living rocks up there as there are down here, and the dark spaces between the stars are not a vacuum, but solid lands that have mass and sentience, reflecting places and times on earth. I can see the pattern—right up until the point I try to write it down, when it disappears like smoke.

There is an underlying joy and peace that can be known and that doesn’t end. When you can practice being yourself and going beyond a limiting story, you create the conditions for transformation and begin walking a path of freedom.

He thinks that certain explorers found the way out and show us the way. Those explorers are Plato, Buddha, Meister Eckhart, Teresa of Ávila, and Patanjali—of whom I’ll soon have more to say.

copies of the trippy vegetation until my neck can’t take it anymore. In the middle of the bull’s-eye, the focal point of this entire chamber, two men flank a veiled woman. She is clothed from head to toe in a white robe. Only her face is visible. The males are dressed like the fungal surfers that surround them, complete with elaborate sandals. The