Mycelial

stretching out in an underground web of interconnected organisms

thanks, darren!

by Allen Ginsburg:

Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy!
Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy!

The world is holy! The soul is holy! The skin is holy! The nose is holy! The tongue and cock and hand and asshole holy!

Everything is holy! everybody's holy! everywhere is holy! everyday is eternity! Everyman's an angel!

The bum's as holy as the seraphim! the madman is holy as you my soul are holy!

The typewriter is holy the poem is holy the voice is holy the hearers are holy the ecstasy is holy!

Holy Peter holy Allen holy Solomon holy Lucien holy Keroauc holy Burroughs holy Cassady holy the unknown buggered and suffering beggars holy the hideous human angels!

Holy my mother in the insane asylum! Holy the cocks of the grandfathers of Kansas!

Holy the groaning saxophone! Holy the bop apocolypse! Holy the jazzbands marijuana hipsters peace & junk & drums!

Holy the the solitudes of skyscrapers and pavements! Holy the cafeterias filled with the millions! Holy the mysterious rivers of tears under the streets!

Holy the lone juggernaut! Holy the vast lamb of the middle class! Holy the crazy shepards of rebellion! Who digs Los Angeles IS Los Angeles!

Holy New York Holy San Francisco Holy Peoria & Seattle Holy Paris Holy Tangiers Holy Moscow Holy Istanbul!

Holy time in eternity holy eternity in time holy the clocks in space holy the fourth dimension holy the fifth International holy the Angel in Moloch!

Holy the sea holy the desert holy the railroad holy the locomotive holy the visions holy the hallucinations holy the miracles holy the eyeball holy the abyss!

Holy forgiveness! mercy! charity! faith! Holy! Ours! bodies! suffering! magnanimity!

Holy the supernatural extra brilliant intelligent kindness of the soul!


Berkeley, 1955

I am a Sexuality and Intimacy Coach offering sessions for men, women, and couples in Seattle and Los Angeles. Sessions focus on personal growth in the realms of relationships, sexuality, and conscious awakening. Through counseling, teaching, devotional touch, emotional release, conscious breath, meditation, ritual, and play......

*slow down, tune your senses, awaken your bodily wisdom
*become at home in your body in the present moment
*learn to generate, move, and transform sexual energy
*increase your capacity for whole body bliss
*gain choice and mastery in orgasm and/or ejaculation
*explore the role of fantasy and fetish on the path of personal growth

If you're interested in learning more about sessions, please visit my website www.thepresentsense.com and contact me there.

"Enlightenment is not some ideal goal, perfect state of mind, or spiritual realm on high, but a journey that takes place on this earth. It is the process of waking up to all of what we are and making a complete relationship with that." --John Welwood--

*THIS IS A PERFECT MOMENT*
by Rob Brezsny

(It's long...but worth it.)

This is a perfect moment.
It's a perfect moment for many reasons,
but especially because you and I are waking up from our sleepwalking thumbsucking dumbclucking collusion with the masters of illusion and destruction.

Thanks to them, from whom the painful blessings flow, We are waking up.
Thanks to them, from whom the awful teachings ooze, We are waking up.

Their wars and tortures,
their devils and borders,
extinctions of species and brand new diseases, their spying and lying in the name of the father, sterilizing seeds and trademarking water, stealing our dreams and changing our names, their brilliant commercials, their endless rehearsals for the end of the world.

Thanks to them,
from whom the painful blessings flow,
We are waking up.
Thanks to them, from whom the awful teachings ooze, We are waking up

Their painful blessings are cracking open holes in the sour and puckered mass hallucination mistakenly called reality.

News of the soul's true home is pouring in, infiltrating our increasingly lucid waking dreams.
Wild ripe juicy eternity is flooding in.
Our allies from the other side of the veil are swarming in.
We're waking up.

And as Heaven and Earth come together,
as the dreamtime and daytime merge,
as paradise and the underworld overlap,
we register the shockingly exhilarating fact that we are in charge -- you and I are in charge -- of making a brand new world.
Not in some distant time or faraway place, but right here and right now.

As we stand on this brink,
as we dance on this verge,
we can't let the ruling fools of the dying world sustain their curses.

We have to rise up and fight their insane logic; defy and resist and prevent their tragic magic; unleash our sacred rage and let them feel it.
But overthrowing the living dead is not enough.
Protesting the well-dressed monsters is not enough.
We can't afford to be consumed with anger --can't be obsessed and possessed with complaint.
Our sweet animal bodies need to feel rowdy blessings.
Our amazing imaginations need to thrive on missions that incite our delight.

We need truths in their wild state,
insurrectionary beauty that excites our curiosity, outrageous goodness that drives us to perform heroic acts of lusty compassion, ingenious love that endlessly transforms us, tricky freedom that is never permanent but must be reinvented and reclaimed every day, and a totally-serious-yet-always-laughing justice that schemes and dreams about how to diminish the suffering and increase the joy of every sentient being.

So I'm radically curious, my fellow creators; I'm seriously delirious:
Since we are in charge of making a brand New World, where do we begin?
What truths in their wild state are we planning to plant at the heart of our creation?
What stories will be our reminders?
What questions will be our fuel?

Here's one for you:
In the New World you will know through and through that life is crazily in love with you -- life is wildly and innocently in love with you.
In the New World,
you will know beyond a doubt
that thousands of secret helpers are angling to turn you into the gorgeous curiosity you were born to be.

But then here's the loaded question.
The love that life eternally floods you with has not exactly been unrequited, but there's room for you to be more demonstrative.
If life is wildly and innocently in love with you, are you prepared to start loving life back the way it loves you?
In the New World, you will.

In the New World, you will reject paranoia with all of your smart heart.
Instead, you will embrace Pronoia.
Which is the opposite of paranoia.
Pronoia is the sneaking suspicion
that the whole living world is conspiring to shower you with rowdy blessings.
Pronoia is the dawning perception that life is a conspiracy to liberate you from ignorance, and fill you with love, and make you brilliantly soulful.

My fellow creators,
I want you to know that I am allergic to dogma.
I don't trust any idea that requires me to believe in it absolutely.
There are very few things about which I am totally certain.
But I am absolutely certain that Pronoia describes the way the world actually is.
Pronoia is wetter than water,
truer than the facts, and stronger than death.
It smells like cedar smoke in spring rain, and if you close your eyes right now, you can feel it shimmering in your soft warm animal body like the aurora borealis.

The sweet stuff
that quenches all of your longing
is not far away
in some other time and place.

It's right here and right now.

Earth is crammed with heaven