Issue 4 | The Sun Magazine
Essays, Memoirs, & True Stories

Getting There

The path of enlightenment has no direct relationship with lifestyle. To mistake enlightenment for a particular lifestyle would be like mistaking the filament in a light bulb, rather than the electricity, as the source of the light. Theoretically, an enlightened person could just as easily own a Lear Jet and be a member of the Playboy Club as be a hermit in the woods eating fruit and berries.

By Gordon Eatman
Essays, Memoirs, & True Stories

Untitled

Before I went traveling I lived in a house

Before I went traveling I lived in a house where we banned the word “Enlightenment.” At the time it was the impossible, unreachable, unfathomable dream, and I suppose we couldn’t take the pressure of being held up to our Goal, being only human as we were.

By Cindy Crossen
Essays, Memoirs, & True Stories

No One Is Waiting

We are the children of a new age — and we have gotten very high. Yet it feels like our ambitions are so much higher than our situations.

By Elyse
Essays, Memoirs, & True Stories

Sy’s New York Diary

Everyone in high, high heels, reaching for heaven, an eyebrow raised above the clouds, trying to see.

By Sy Safransky
Essays, Memoirs, & True Stories

An Awakening

I was sitting in a restaurant in Bombay enjoying a dosa masala for lunch when David popped in and asked if I would be interested in going to Ahmednagar with him.

By Nathan Brenowitz
Essays, Memoirs, & True Stories

Untitled

I don’t fight with flowers

“I don’t fight with flowers.”

Essays, Memoirs, & True Stories

The Important Difference

Self-righteous attempts at conventional religion; experiments with grass, acid, speed; chanting Hare Krishna down Fifth Avenue; endless wanderings around the earth — so began the search for enlightenment among my friends more than 10 years ago. It’s hard to see if anyone has become enlightened, and if they have, they haven’t become better human beings for it.

By Judy Bratten
Essays, Memoirs, & True Stories

Space Seed, Space Egg

High up just inside the dome of the great public domain, there is being prepared now a World’s Fair, a great unveiling.

By Jason
Essays, Memoirs, & True Stories

TM: Touching The Source

Like everyone, I was looking for inner peace and happiness. There were the days of booze and drugs. The two hours each day of Yoga positions which included breathing exercises that almost blew my head off. Concentrative meditation which was preceded by a primal scream for everyone to be quiet.

By Tommy Dean
Essays, Memoirs, & True Stories

Good Heavens

To come to an understanding of the intrinsic workings of everyday life, primitive man sought order amidst the chaos of his existence. Tides came in and washed over ground that was dry and untouchable only days before. Cold made barren the lushness of a summer forest.

By Stephen Martin
Essays, Memoirs, & True Stories

Untitled

Astrological notation

Astrological notation, rows of numbers, and the arcane symbolism of the Tarot filled the page.

By Sy Safransky
Essays, Memoirs, & True Stories

The Enlightenment Game

BODY enters world. Spirit enters body. Go.

Essays, Memoirs, & True Stories

Untitled

Whether life or its meaning comes first becomes irrelevant

Whether life or its meaning comes first becomes irrelevant. Love is meaning. Life without love is meaningless.

By Blue
Essays, Memoirs, & True Stories

God: Then And Now

Quite frankly, I never really gave a second thought to any of this “spiritual” stuff until I was studying for my writtens and read some of the philosophy of quantum physics — it was very high and caused my third eye to open up for the first time. Was science really all that different from religion?

By Hal Richman
Essays, Memoirs, & True Stories

On Not Believing

If you look hard enough for a reason to support something you want to believe in, you’ll find it. We select a belief as we do a mate, seeking for that which best reflects ourselves and our needs. Both are fragile and tenuous affairs, but how much more fervently one will hold onto some beliefs, after many loves have come and gone.

By Sue Hartnett
Essays, Memoirs, & True Stories

And Then, Forever

“Well, is the house still there?” she asks in the morning, rubbing sleep from her eyes. Yes, I think, it’s there: the universe holds together. This morning, as every morning: the house, the street outside, the house across the street: their lives, our lives. What more assurance, what greater truth, can we ask for?

By Sy Safransky
Essays, Memoirs, & True Stories

Off The Road

As warm weather oozes into the psyche the deep seated urge for asceticism makes its play for the body’s lifestyle by creating a desire of which I will offer a description.

By Jace Hobbs
Poetry

Untitled

The gas tank is leaking

By Sy Safransky
Poetry

Untitled

Religion. Yeah.

By Van Fitchett