- Darshan with Pranananda
This is only a test.
A fancy-fide version, anyway.
I’m researching auto-posting techniques from blog-to-social-whoring sites and this is my little guinea pig trial run.
I must admit, it feels nice to divulge the day to days, rather than throw my sometimes thwarted efforts into relaying the impossible – that is, describing an Ayahuasca ceremony. That task is very much like the first line in the Tao Te Ching – it basically states that that which can describe the Tao is not the real Tao.
I suppose the same could be said for my swirling insides, this ongoing quest to let go of my ego.
The other day, I came home from work to find a sheet of paper lying on Orion’s favorite seat in our master bedroom. In his adorable scrawl, I saw words that read: “All words are false. Therefore, the story of me is also false.”
It’s a hard thing for a diehard writer to really own – the idea that there is no real, tangible meaning in anything that can be said. Yet I cannot argue otherwise (and even if I did, it would be with words, which are. . .yes, dead and empty and non-existent! Isn’t enlightenment FUN? =D)
All right then, time to really test this out and see if my Facebook friendly eyeballs will actually gander in this direction. If so, I’ve solved that which my boss could not, and I’ll get a gold star.
Just as an aside, the shamanism excitement will return shortly. I have a pranayama event to relay, a magnificent cosmic encounter with Orion, and all the pre-ceremony stirrings centered around the August Ayahuasca event. It doesn’t stop and it doesn’t stop and it doesn’t stop.
