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My Eros Is Crucified
During a time of intolerance when even the children killed for righteousness and peace, Eros descended, wandering among his children of the flesh. They knew him not.
March 1990The Reverend Clearwater Immler Meets The Devil
Evil crouched above him in the eaves, watching, soundless. Infinitely patient evil, colorless, invisible in all lights. If evil has a mouth to smile, it was smiling. Its long waiting had at last been rewarded.
November 1989Climbing The Stone Face Of Fear
So we’re led abruptly to the paradoxical consideration that the only agent of evil in the world may be fear itself — an emotion that all of us experience. Thus it becomes critically important to understand the nature of fear as it arises within ourselves, so that we can determine whether we can control, reduce, or even eliminate its destructive effects.
July 1989Leaving The Dead
My mother wanted to flush our pet goldfish down the toilet. My brother and I thought we at least ought to look after its death since we hadn’t done much for its short life.
June 1989getting to know HIM
When Lana left I still kept on talking to Him every day.
He was never IN when I did but I was able to get a lot of information about Him from the Fiery Finger that appeared and wrote on the wall of my cell.
April 1989Celibacy And Religious Passion
An Interview With Teresa Bielecki
The harder sacrifice in celibacy is giving up the one special person, who is all for you, and you for him or her. That emotional sacrifice is much more difficult.
December 1988Keeping A Short Bridge
Buddhist-Christian Dialogue
For seven years, Buddhist and Christian meditators have met at Naropa Institute in Boulder, Colorado, to understand each other’s religious experience, and to search out what it may have to offer the modern world.
October 1988Signs And Symbols
The Alphabet Lady; a broad, black, shiny feather; a penny on the tip of the lion’s nose
October 1988Sunbeams
September 1988Yet no matter how deeply I go down into myself my God is dark, and like a webbing made of a hundred roots, that drink in silence.
Back To The Real World
Reflections On A Course In Miracles
In retrospect I have realized that I could not have been more ready for the first section of the Course workbook, described in its introduction as “dealing with the undoing of the way you see now. . . .” Because my life had not been working, the way I saw things was quite ready to be undone.
August 1988Personal, political, provocative writing delivered to your doorstep every month—without a single ad.
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