Monthly Archives: June 2017

My Favorite Cafe in Berkeley, Ca.

This is one of my favorite cafés, the Mudraker’s Cafe, on fabled Telegraph Avenue in Berkeley, Ca. Cognoscenti from all over the world meet here and discuss their work: Assange, Snowden, Darvish Khan and many more. Beautiful yoga women, mentored … Continue reading

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O Shiva, how we long for your ecstatic dance

O Shiva, how we long for your ecstatic dance; how we long for the end of our mayavic trance! All the world rotting and little but a high stench; when will the Master his fragrant grace relinquish? All the ice … Continue reading

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The Selling Of Meherabad And The Corruption Of AMBPPCT

I have blogged before on “The Selling of Meherabad”, here, here and here, but this post supersedes previous posts. This story is not going away, despite countless Baba lovers having buried their heads in sand regarding it. This is a complex story, … Continue reading

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Surprise, surprise, surprise! Lucy of Olduvai Gorge is passé!

In a recent Guardian article we learn that modern man is much older than we thought! At least 100,000 years older than we thought! O my, the surprises that club us over the head! The scientific mythic narrative of Mother Lucy … Continue reading

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Ghazal #88, from Ghazals For The Friend

Lord and master, help us to shovel all our debt into a hole our creditors completely forget. We wish to be entirely free of all relation to all who so annoy us with such a fixation! The world deserves a … Continue reading

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