Why Are You Here???

St. MIke at Cosmo Street, 1969.

Back at Cosmo Street, when St. Mike uttered those now-infamous words, “Why are you here?”, newcomers would brighten up, and old-timers would groan, “Not again.”, and that’s where they were wrong.

Of course, again.

Repetition is the key to the mysteries. Only when the initial novelty has worn off can one actually penetrate into any order of knowledge.

In short, you gotta do it a million times just to get the rhythm.

Why you are here is not a casual question, nor is it all-inclusive. In that particular case, it meant, “Why are you on Earth in a human incarnation?”

You should have some idea of what you’re trying to do with your lifetime, other than just spend it on vacation, on a continual quest for absence of pain and persistence of pleasure.

Basically, that’s what a paramecium does all day long. Continue reading

Is Anyone Out There???

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This was our windmill back in the Nederlands, about 1645-1655. I built it myself.

Back in the day, we had weekly group meetings in person at Cosmo Street and at dozens of centers all over the world. These days, you’d be hard-pressed to find a group of any kind meeting in person, because this is the Phone Age. Yeah, you don’t go out of the house. You sit on your fat ass and wallow in texting and skype and email and all the other garbage you’ve been fed and, like a good dog, you lap it up and greedily beg for more. Continue reading