I have made the astounding discovery that I am not a neoadvaitist. Duh! That is just not a girdle I want to wear. The love handles of my bhakti disposition aren’t comfortable within the confines of an Indian philosopy adopted by westerners as their very own. Oh, I agree that “I am” is the most powerful sentence ever uttered; but it, of itself, can be merely a sentence that sends you to parroting jail.

Inside that jail are the parrots of parsing that dominate online nonduality. Polly wants a cracker and needs someone to put a file in it so she may escape. The bars of “I am” are restrictive if only intellectually squawked.

Wholeness is a term I prefer. In my wholeness I resonate with who I am. Perhaps I will always be a plus size in comparison to the runway  models of advaita. 

Right now the parrots are squawking madly in the cage. Bring it, birds, for I am about to fly away.

I did Jerry Katz's radio show, Nonduality Street. Listen here. It's half an hour of entertainment. Give it a listen.

Musical Coda

I don't know if anyone is reading the blog these days. I may quit it altogether since I have the website that people can visit.

Anything I say here is usually said there as well. The only virtue of this blog is that people can comment. But few have found it.

My writing is musical and always has threads of sorrow and grace running through it. I didn't realize that until I wrote a little humor piece for someone  and she said, "It's so musical!" And I realized that is how I approach my writing and speaking. As if I were playing the keyboard of my Mac or speaking music into the air. I like rhythm, tempo and the emotions I can evoke in that way.

Any comments?