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A Most Unusual Meeting

A story by Santosha Tantra from Nov 22, 1999 Sudra had an intuition that a most unusual meeting was about to take place. Would it take place at a formal dining restaurant while indulging in expensive dead meat, glasses of wine and cheese and glazed nut salad? Or would it take place at the seashore while the setting sun reflected pink colors upon the waves that met the shore? Or would it take place on a hiking trail in the...

Sudra Returns!

It has been many years since Santosha last used my voice to express herself! Too long! She is an elder now, looking her age and creaking in all the right places. Fortunately, I don’t age, as I am the voice of her awareness. I’m just as innocent as I have always been. Innocent and irreverent. How wonderful that awareness doesn’t age, which leads to the question: does it process, grow and expand into an unfathomable infinite depth? I don’t know...

The Heart Whisperer of Creation

The place of happiness was always waiting for the person of happiness to arrive. This beautiful place located at the beginning of time was here from the very beginning, and no one can remember when that is. No one can remember the real beginning of anything or any place, nor can anyone imagine the end. Still, it is all being dreamed by the Heart Whisperer of Creation and no one knows who She Is. No one ever imagined either; everyone...

Six Conversations That Led Up To The Perfect Gift

Master Marinee knew her death was imminent. Her health had been steadily decliningsince last spring. She told no one and no one suspected that her health was failing. Sheseemed to have her usual vigor. She was a very active woman and enjoyed taking longwalks everyday. She often walked alone and enjoyed communing with the internal andexternal environment. Her walks in the last week were more and more of a shorterduration. The last few days she ambled only a few yards...

The Trailblazers

     The place that Sudra loved the most was the trail. She walked the trail alone. She walked the trail for everyone. She walked the trail with the deepest intimacy of everything that lives.  She was living and breathing everything as she walked. She walked on all the beautiful trails of this wonderful Earth – her dearest devotee. The Earth so loved living in her unifying field of love. It whispered her name and felt her happiness as its own...

Sketches:  The Heart of a Man

Ben Yonder, a good-looking guy in his late twenties, was at a loss. He had lost his girlfriend of 5 years and he didn’t understand why. Women are mysterious creatures, he thought, so frustrating! It was two weeks since the day she quietly packed her bag and left. He could see that she was shaking all over, but she was determined. He watched her go, not saying anything. His heart was breaking but he said not a word. Two weeks...

Castaway

A man floated on the back of a giant sea turtle. The sea turtle paddled towards the shore. The sea turtle breathed in with a big gasp and breathed out a big swoosh sound. He was determined to bring the man towards the shore where he could land him safely onto the shore. He tipped to his left and the man fell off and landed on his back. The man gasped for air and the sea turtle knew he had...

The Enduring and Endearing Exploits of Yakaboobis and Yakataboof

(not necessarily in chronological order) A couple of years after the death of Yakaboobis’s body, Yakataboof still missed his dear master and friend. They still talked via heart transmission, even engaged in philosophical debate which always ended in a nod of “love you, man”. But Yakataboof so missed keeping up and following his beloved master as he served him on all of his missions of utmost importance. His own exploits lacked the enjoyment of their mutual hilarity. Being with Yakaboobis...

The Feminists from Outer Space and the Appearance of the Bodhisattva

The Feminists from Outer Space and the Appearance of the Bodhisattva Ayra didn’t have a strong sense of belonging to anyone or anywhere. She is the woman who walks forever. She once stayed in a small town for twenty years. She became familiar with the local hangouts and the local people who visited them. She was friendly to everyone and everyone was friendly to her. She knew that it didn’t matter how long she stayed in one place—it would not...

In Her Presence

In Her Presence                                The Plan                                   Plan not to Plan Gordon put down his pen. He was weary. He had never felt this kind of tired before. Not only was his body exhausted, his mind was too tired to even wander and he felt nothing—nothing but a deep, dark impulse to disappear altogether. Tests had been done and he knew the results already, without hearing them from his specialist. He knew he was dying. He had known for a...