"It's not 'my life' anymore", 'I' suddenly realized. It was a bit shocking, at first. Still, it makes perfect sense. As the personal identity sense continues to erode, becoming thinner, more transparent, all possesives shift from singular to multi-plural. And 'who am I?' becomes alive, appearing like a fairy-godmother/cosmic jokster, always right on time to pull the plug on the mind whenever (yes God, please) individual orientation densifies. Thus thrwarted again and again, little by little or alot by alot, the surrender continues.

In the summer of 1989, during one of his short earth incarnations, Everyman learned a valuable lesson while dancing with a just becoming very famous Marianne Williamson.....

Although the private Aspen lodge setting was idylic, and the food had been scrumptious, the dance floor socializing seemed to be a little stiff-collared. He wondered why at first, but was happy that it gave him the opportunity to ask Ms. Williamson for a dance.

Everyman's 'nobody' disguise was 'conference volunteer'. With his "fool in love" heart glowing, while they danced, his personal interest in her was transparent and he could not conseal his projections of her.

To make a long story short and honest, she kindly turned him down. Not the dance---- just his offer to personalize fantasy. Thus did Everyman learn that authentic people to not harbour or encourage illusions. Today, as he practices the same discipline, he reveals his graditude for the lesson.

"What is the space here an expression of?", I hear the question spoken into my mind, from a somewhere intangible intelligence. I recognize that voice as my 'teaser'--- like a trail of crumbs calling me into self-examination, as my 'guidance systems' know I often need a brain-bone to chew on. As I shift from semi-daydream to edge-of-the- chair alertness, I notice the sense perception antennei rapidly re-evaluating my surroundings. Then I get it..... "The space here is an expression of falseness", I answer to the no-one. "I am in truth an awake being, yet I was manifesting persona, the mask of ego....."

Like the crucified Christ saying "It is finished",
I release the past.
Like the eagle leaping from the bough into space,
I embrace this moment.
I am met by freedom's Kiss;
it is honest, completely true, totally trustable...

First, a thought.
Then, the awakening to the thought,
the watching of the thought,
then, back to here,
back to now,
back to breath and body.

Then, like a wave, another thought,
another awakening, another moment
watching the mind ocean.

Slowly, the quietness deepens,
horizons expand,
until Being is Awake in "God".

What are words, O God, before the reality of Life and Death? I rip open on the everpresent here-nowness which impales my mind to despair, breaking this heart of hope. She dies, he dies, it dies, I die. Same, same, all one. Nowhere a thought to believe in capable of bringing back alive that which is going, going, nearly gone. Like the nonexistant finality all existance arises from, the kiss of Death makes real all true Love. Thus am I liberated, made naked, and freed.

"One of the tests of Being is detachment," Daud heard Everyman whisper during a meditative moment. "There is no true freedom without it---just entangling subtle body desires responding to sense stimuli. The Law of Freedom, while compassionate, is exact. Any clinging creates blindness, and of course, blindness is bondage." Hearing this, Daud felt much more clearly the webs around him. Thus exposed, he breathed more freely, sure again of his direction...