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Why The Zoo Fence? One night in 1974, in a fishing camp on the windward side of Molokai in the Hawaiian Islands, we had a dream about publishing a journal called The Zoo Fence. The name probably originated from the practice of the Honolulu Zoo to allow artists to display their artwork on the zoo fence along Monsarrat Avenue in Waikiki. But beyond that, who knows what the subconscious meant by the phrase! In any case, it made sense in the dream, and when, more than two decades later, The Laughing Cat decided to issue a newsletter which evolved into this website, the choice of a name seemed already to have been made.

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One day in Eden, Adam sees Eve for the first time.
“I am Adam,” he says to her.
“Yes, I know,” Eve replies, “so am I.”

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In the beginning, we create, and then throughout our lives we sustain, our sense of self by perceiving ourselves as separate and apart from others. That is, we create the appearance of a separate self, which each of us calls “me” and “my life,” by establishing artificial personal boundaries beyond which everything else is perceived as “not me.” This process of personal identification, which we might call the human condition, is a product of the “I-Thought,” the ego, also known as the mind, by which we define ourselves for ourselves by the statements, ”I am me, not you. I am this and not that.” The first cousin of the I-Thought is the my-thought, which informs us “This is mine, not yours.”

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As I understand it, the mind is not a thing. It is the ego, which is an accumulation of stuff — ideas, thoughts, memories, preferences, biases, dispositions, intentions — that manifest or embody or appear (word?) physically as Stefan and, in your case, as your name, and generate or awaken our sense that I am me, and will continue to manifest as me and as you in or as other bodies in other times and other circumstances (reincarnation?) — until Self Realization. It is Self Realization that, as I suggest here, erases or eliminates or transcends the mind (and the ego). And absent the mind, I (you) Recognize (Remember?) Who and What and Where I AM In Truth … and have always been, however unaware. Mind you, that I AM is not Stefan; it is the absence of Stefan. It is the I AM of Exodus.

Never mind

The year was 1974, Peter K. Wensleydale and Ambassador Quenton Adkins were meeting alone in the Ambassador’s office on the third floor of the American Embassy in Gazinga. “What’s this supposed to be?” the Ambassador asked, as he read from the sheet of paper Peter had just handed him. “It’s a letter of resignation, sir,” Peter said, adding, as gingerly as if he were handling a stick of dynamite, “mine.”

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After which Peter and Anna Wensleydale swapped their life as diplomats for a homestead in Cranberry County Maine, where they built their own home themselves, bottom to top, and where their friends include, among other species, a dog, cats, a rooster, and a neighbor’s sheep, all of whom speak to them and one another, and where their continuing experiences include the death of Peter’s life-teacher who is a horse named Montauk, the marriage of two chickens, Cantachiaro and Joy Pristine, and a happy surprise contrived by their dog Tancredi and Beatrice Marlowe the school teacher.

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If the doors of perception were cleansed everything would appear to man as it is, infinite. For man has closed himself up, till he sees all things through narrow chinks of his cavern.
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Can I, can you, prove the existence of God?

A Teacher might reply:

Suppose you are asleep in your bed, and I were to enter the room. Would you be aware of my presence? Obviously not. But would there be any doubt of my presence there? Again, obviously not. Even so, what proof could convince you? Obviously none, for no matter how brilliant my argument, however crystal clear its formulation, as long as you remained asleep, it would fall on deaf ears.

Now suppose you awaken, and perceive me standing there. Would you become aware of my presence? Obviously so. What proof would you need then? Obviously none, for your experience itself, the experience of your own awareness, would be proof enough.

Just so, the spiritual awakening process.

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What we believe about the nature of reality (what we think to be real) depends very largely on the image we have about the existence and nature of a Creator. Even the apparent absence of such an image is reflected in our outlook on the world around us. We cannot separate our impressions of Creation from those we have of its Creator; indeed, if they are not the same thing, certainly they are two sides of the same thought. In a very real sense, we can say that our reality, or our sense of it, stems from or is directly related to the image we have of God … again, even the absense of such an image.

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Maharajji was in a car. They came to a bridge.
Coming the other way were sugar carts pulled by oxen,
blocking the way. The driver slowed the car.
Maharajji asked, “Why are you slowing?”
The driver replied, “We can’t get through.”
Maharajji told him, “Go!”
The driver protested.
Maharajji said, “Close your eyes, and go!”
The driver closed his eyes, and pressed on the gas pedal.
When he opened his eyes,
they were on the other side of the bridge.
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A fellow comes upon another enmeshed
in a life-and-death struggle with God.
“Why in the world,” the first asks,
“would you take on such a formidable opponent?
How can you possibly expect to win?”
“You don’t understand,”
gasps the other, between strangleholds,
“I hope to lose!”

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When the flush of a newborn sun fell first on Eden‘s green and gold,
Our father Adam sat under the Tree and scratched with a stick in the mud;
And the first rude sketch that the world had seen was joy to his mighty heart,
Till the Devil whispered behind the leaves: “It‘s pretty, but is it Art?”
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There is a family of red foxes that lives in the woods near our home. Some while ago, our neighbor saw one of the kits calmly trotting into her barn. The next morning, she found the fox in an empty horse stall, curled up against one wall, as if asleep. But the fox was not asleep; the fox was dead. There was a wound on one leg that may have been the cause of death. The game warden said it is not unusual for foxes to select a barn as a place to die.

But here’s the thing. The evidence at the scene suggests this fox died calmly and easily, as if it considered death as natural a process of life as hunting field mice, feasting on wild blueberries, or prancing down a country road. There are no signs of frantic digging, scratching, wall climbing, or other desperate behavior. This fox was not trying to escape its fate, and it did not struggle against it. Instead, it seems that this fox realized somewhere within that it was about to die, and so it found an appropriate site, and, without any fanfare, it simply did so.

What is the difference between us and the fox? Is it that we perceive death as the opposite of life, and so we struggle against it; and the fox recognizes death is the opposite of birth, and so takes it in stride.

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Imagine a production of William Shakespeare’s play Romeo and Juliet. On the stage, a great drama unfolds, shaped by prejudice, youthful beauty, romance, joy, delight, love, fear, anger, despair, faith, death — the stuff of all our lives. But none of it is real. None of the characters is real, none of the emotions is real, none of the action actually occurs.There is no such person as “Romeo”, there is no such person as “Juliet”. They were never born, they never loved, they never died. It is all an illusion. The only reality in that context consists of Shakespeare as author, the actors as players, and ourselves as audience. All of those know the play is an illusion, and that all that is real is themselves. But still, the play is performed again and again, and again and again we laugh and we cry. As if it were real. Likewise, what you and I each call “my life” is thoroughly an illusion. Here, we do not truly know what is Real because each of us has taken on the identity of “me”, the principal character in “my life”. And just as neither “Romeo” nor “Juliet” can know Shakespeare, neither can the separate, separative (“I am me, and you aren't”) self of our lives know our Reality. For that, we must transcend the character, and recognize and resume our True Identity in and as and with (choose a preposition) the Author, the Source, the Supreme, the One, Brahman, Yahweh, God (choose a label). That is the spiritual process, transforming our current sense of identity bit by bit until finally it is transcended altogether, and we “Remember I Am”. Then, we Realize we never were the character, that we have never been born and cannot die, and that What Is always was and always will be. In a word, Reality destroys illusion.

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In the beginning there was nothing.
God said, “Let there be light!” And there was light.
There was still nothing, but you could see it a whole lot better.

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Credo — how I got here …

(For those who wonder, credo is a Latin (and Italian) word meaning I believe, making whatever follows it personal.)

Okay. All of the above said, here’s the way I see it:

Adam-and-Eve’s banishment from Eden is, in story form, the Creation of the mind, the ego or egosense. “I am me, and you aren’t.” (For what I suggest the Creator may have intended by their creation, please see here.)

The human condition: One perceived as many.

And that is where I am today, as Stefan not you. Ditto you, perceived by you as you not me. Again, many, not one.

The Eden event is just a story, a fanciful true story about the real, the Real.

As I suggest in “In The Beginning,” the Real cannot be told in words. It is too, uh, unearthly to fit into words.

Some spiritual traditions call it a dream. In effect, Adam-and-Eve aren’t banished, “they” are put to sleep. And are dreaming. Their dream is us and our lives.

Stefan and Stefan’s life is Adam-and-Eve’s dream. Stefan is a dream character. You and your life too.

But again, it is a story, a teaching device.

The “spiritual” process is a path to awakening from the dream. Mind you, awakening the dreamer, awakening Adam-and-Eve, not awakening the dream character, Stefan. Or you. You and I are characters in the dream.

Dream characters are not dreaming, so on awakening, they do not awaken. Dreamers are dreaming, so on awakening, it is they who awaken. And on awakening of the dreamer, the dream and the dream characters … POOF! Gone.

They never were and are not.

But surely there is an overlap? Seems like there must be, but honestly, dunno. My defense: It’s complicated.

Or maybe not. Consider this. Let’s say last night each of us dreamed of riding a horse across a field into a woods up to a clearing in which were a few people, men and women, some beautiful some less so, some eating a meal, who urge us to dismount, and then speak to us, observations, warnings, promises, in a foreign language we do not know but are able to undersand. A dream. (Just for fun, I used some images I know dream analysts would enjoy, but any scenario would do here.) And then we awake. And it’s gone.

All gone. But while in train, it’s unmistakably there. In my experience, I have never dreamed that I was dreaming, that the persons, things, events were not “real”. I have never even considered the real-ness of a dream while dreaming it. While dreaming, the dream is real. Even all there is.

It is my belief, my sense of what is, my credo that what you and I each call “me and my life,” is like that. In some mysterious way, me and my life, you and your life, is both real and unreal, simultaneously. Actually occurring, but somehow not really.

I am certain of that, sufficiently certain to say (cautiously) “I know it.”

There is more to it, of course. But this is a piece of it.

Who is the dreamer? Who — or is it what? — is having the dream, doing the dreaming?

What’s the purpose? Is there a purpose? In “In The Beginning” I suggest that it might be God’s way to experience being stuff, separate and individual things, an experience denied to an infinite being that is by definition all there is all at once. God, who knows creation, discovering what it’s like to be created. Or is it evolution? Charles Darwin messing with our lives? We begin as drops of water in a swamp and evolve from there to enlightenment. Or it’s something altogether else. Dunno.

And who or what precisely will I be when the dreamer awakens? If not Stefan, who? what? where? And if Stefan, how?

A guess: It will be the same but different … in unexpected ways (whatevser that means).

Just a guess.

What I do know is what I have been told and what I have read by the Teachers, and I am convinced it is the Truth. Well, actually, Stefan, a dream character, knows what he has read and been told in the dream, and I am, Stefan is, convinced that it is True. Like I said, it’s complicated. And yet maybe not so much complicated as wondrous.

It is convincing (I believe it) because I have experienced, I continue to experience, moments, series of moments, Seeing It, Being It, precisely as the Teachers describe It. They last just moments, sometimes minutes, sometimes a few minutes. Not long. And yet, the Truth of those moments is evident and believable, persuasively True. They are beyond the dream. It is not that they just seem to be beyond; they are unmistakably so. I cannot explain it in words except to say it is, they are, a happening above and beyond in every sense of the words. Like a movie in black-and-white that becomes suddently, inexplicably in full technicolor. A veil removed. A shaded window abruptly opened to full sunlight. A fourth dimension appearing in our three dimensional environment. Not that, but like that. And, yes, just a moment … so far. But these moments are a clear, certain, convincing piercing of the dream by the Real.

A self-generated, uninterrupted, causeless, purposeless, boundaryless, joy-filled, silent “Oh my.” Like that.

Blissful.

Is that what life, Life, Real Life, is, beyond the dream? Dunno.

But I suspect so. Something like that.

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A confession: I am sometimes asked about my spiritual practice. I keep the spiritual, my being a seeker, in mind as constantly and consistently as I am able, from awakening in the morning to sleep at night. “Fix your mind on Me” (Krishna). I call it constant meditation   … an awareness of the sacred. No, of course, it’s not constant, but that’s the ideal. Perhaps the inevitable ultimate. It is my life, not a part of my life. I consider the entirety of my life, life itself, to be a whole, ultimately an infinite whole. I look for it in every moment, every event, every thing, and every one I encounter, in whatever shape or form or manner. I seek to see it all as one, undivided, boundary-less. A single one. There is no thou shalt or thou shalt not. If God is Infinite, then God is All There Is, and All There Is is God. Which makes eveyone and everything one, however considered. The One. “I never see a thing without seeing God before it” (Abu Bakr, companion of Muhammad).
        Life — Nancy’s and my life — has become simple. Nothing special. Old stuff and useless habits allowed to drift away. “No thought for the morrow” (Matthew 6:34). I lean on the weight-lifting words of Jalaluddin Rumi: “I didn’t come here of my own accord, and I can’t leave that way. Whoever brought me here will have to take me home.”


And this: To those new to the spiritual process and so to whom some stuff here seems a little weird, consider this: In the Christian tradition it is taught that the Teacher Jesus/Issa insisted to his disciples and all whom he taught (and by extension all of humanity) “This I command you: Love one another.” All the traditions I have come across demand the same. I take it to mean whoever and whatever we encounter in life, we are to address her, him, it, wisely, maturely, sensibly, and with love. Surely when those words were first spoken to Peter and Mary Magdalene and the others, one of them must have whined (if they dared!), “Are you nuts? Have you read the lead story in today‘s newspaper? Rape, child molestation, spouse beating! And that’s just the first paragraph.” To that, I suspect he reminded them, as do all the Teachers, no one said learning to walk the spiritual path would be easy.

This too: What each of us perceives as “me” and “my world“ is in truth, in Truth, the Infinite Indivisible Undescribable Unknowable Omnipresent Self being this. Our task, the task of each of us individually (this is an individual undertaking not a group activity), is to awaken and be aware — open our eyes (again, each of us individually, open our own eyes) and see this in every corner of our life, in every experience, in every thought. Here it is in Vasistha’s Yoga: “From the time the Lord Siva instructed me, I have been performing the worship of the Infinite Self. By the Grace of such worship, though I am constantly engaged in various activities, I am free from sorrow. I perform the worship of the Self, Who is undivided though apparently divided, with the flowers of whatever comes to me naturally and whatever actions are natural to me.” Infinite Self? By definition, infinite means, includes, you and me, my life and your life, every other person, thing; whoever, whatever, wherever, whenever, however. What is. So, here I take it to mean, as I sit in my room now, you wherever you are now, considering this stuff, we are, it is, our shared existence is, somehow the Infinite Self doing so, being that, Which is to say, in a way that I am, you are, unable to perceive yet, this is, we are, the Infinite Self. Worship how? My guess, initially simply by being aware, reminding ourselves, repeatedly and constantly, of the apparent instruction to perceive what is many as one, even while we may not understand it. Flowers? My guess, initially simply being present, or failing that, trying to be present by repeatedly reminding ourselves to be present. That effort, that commitment, is — at least initially — flowers enough. Ask any school teacher.

And again: All the while, just for fun, suppose God takes a nap (yes, of course, it’s ridiculous), and dreams of being born a person, multiple persons, in a world composed of persons and places and things and stuff. And in this dream, each person has a life lived among all the other persons. And each of these individual lives is separate from all the other individual lives, but all of them, being elements of the same dream, are intimately related. Each of the dreamed individuals has a name. Among those names are Stefan and your name. And in this cosmic dream there is a sequence in which those two named dream characters meet, not physically but notionally — writing and reading and considering these very words — and they wonder, they each wonder, who am I, where am I, what am I. And that wondering — in effect, the two of them together, as one — contributes to a developing escape path out of the dream into Awakened Reality. Observing that phenomenon, sensing that happening within Himself, within Herself, God remarks, “How cool is that!” And, embracing that thought together as one, you and I experience a wonderful thing, dubbed in Latin miraculum.
       Reading that last line again has reminded me of Matthew 18:20: Where two or three gather in my name, I am there with them. Just so, you and I are here together, right now, reaching to understand and inhale the One, and … I am there with them. Too cool.

One more time: All the Teachers talk about our perceving as many what God sees as One.  God — Teachers — see life as one, the One, Life, when we see it as many: me, you,  my car, your house, America, Iran, peace, war, clouds, rain drops, trees, acorns, squirrels, planets, galaxies …. This morning, struggling with this, trying to see me, my chair, a cat, a handkerchief, a window, the room, a copy of Vasistha’s Yoga in my hands, all as one, the One, not as the many they so clearly seem to me, so obviously are, the word “dream” popped into my mind. A dream, last night’s dream, any night’s dream, could easily be composed of all those items, and to the dreamer (me, you) the dream characters and the dream events seem — they are — many. But think about it. Actually, in fact, they are all one. A dream is not a bunch of independent stuff; it is a single thing, a single, entire, self-contained, wholly separate-less phenomenon. From its beginning to its end, a dream is one thing, itself. The apparent separation, the separate and separated “characters” are just that, apparently separate. Like in a painting. Think of Leonardo da Vinci’s Mona Lisa — a woman, a smile, a country road, a pond, trees. All separate items, but actually not separate, not separated one from another. All the separate-ness on the canvas is apparent. The painting is a single, undivided, separate-less whole. All the separating — the woman, the pond, the trees — is assumed, perceived, by us, the viewer. That painting, any painting, is just a collection of painter’s oil. Different colors, different textures, mixed and applied — yes, Leonardo, sometimes brilliantly, but still it’s all just oil. One substance. No separate this, no separate that. Just oil … even just consciousness? Perceived as separate items by the viewer, by you, by me — your mind, my mind, seeing a bunch of painter’s oil (a helping of consciousness?), turns it into a scene. A separate, separating, separative scene full of separate stuff. Does that define our separate lives, what each of us is doing all day, every day? As I understand the Teachers, the answer to that question is yes. Stuff seems outer, occurring in a room, on a field, across the street, but it is actually all inner, in the mind, in my mind and your mind. There is no outer, no such thing. The mind performs the separating and the projecting.
        This too. Vasistha’s Yoga, as I read it, tells us to worship the Self, God, by worshipping every moment of our life. Here it is again: “From the time the Lord instructed me, I have been performing the worship of the Infinite Self. By the Grace of such worship, though I am constantly engaged in various activities, I am free from sorrow. … ” To me that is about recognizing, acknowleging, behaving, as if God being Infinite means God is all there is, and all there is is God, which in turn means God is my life, God is your life, every moment of my life and your life. Not in my life, is my life!! So, yes, of course, attend church, mosque, synagogue. But worship not just there. Worship on the way there, to and from there. Worship the traffic light, the cop on the corner, the street itself, the trees along the sidewalk, the woman pushing a baby carriage, the clouds in the sky, the garbage in the gutter, the horror on the radio news. And not just one day a week, every day of every week of every year. Full time Zen. That, all of that, is my life, your life, and all the Teachers say it, repeatedly, forcefully, convincingly: “I Am Here.” Everywhere. Always. To me, that has to mean, I am your life. No, not only that, of course infinitely more; but nonetheless, all of that. And we don’t have to like it, but we are urged, commanded, to remember it … and, yes, love it.

Update: This morning, on awakening, as I got out of bed, I heard myself saying to myself, I devote my awakening to the Infinite Self. Cool. Is that a form, a manner, of Vasistha’s Yoga’s worship? I’m betting it is. I am going to assert it from time to time all day today … and all days ahead. Like, I devote this or that or whatever to the Infinite Self. A few seconds, to myself, silently.
       A day later, a second thought: “devote” is a curious word in that context. Did I mean “dedicate”? Or “worship”? Was I inspired — or clumsy? It’s done. I’m staying with “devote”.

I Say Again: First, briefly about my practice of the lines from Vasistha’s Yoga. On awakening I study the short paragraph (page 387 in my 1993 SUNY copy) From the time the Lord instructed me … ”. Then I put the book down, gaze at the room and its contents, and I think to myself, “This appears to be many — chairs, table, book, windows, ceiling, a cat — created by my mind, and known to me as me, my life, and my world. But in Truth it is one, One, the One.” I sit there, still, silent, doing nothing, not trying to do or accomplish anything. Just sit, and digest. Then, when I feel myself having to force myself to continue sitting still, I read a few pages from the book, thank the Teacher, and attend to the day’s “various activities”. Every day. In varying fashion, several times every day.
            Now, about my use of the word Teacher, please see here. Nancy and I have had, continue to have, a powerful relationship with Teacher(s) and Guru(s), in flesh and in books and in dreams. For me they are, each of them individually and all of them together, a manifestation perceived in my mind of the One Teacher, One Guru, God, Who Is Constantly Present and Than Whom There Is No Other. In the Hindu & Buddhist traditions, Sat-Chit-Ananda, Brahman. If you think you do not have a Teacher or Guru, if you wish you had a Teacher or Guru, know this: You do. You may not be aware of it, but your Teacher/Guru is aware of you. Every moment. What I did, what I do (I am not an expert) is act and behave and converse with myself in my mind as if I have a Teacher/Guru (because, again, yes, I do, and yes, so do you). When the time is right for each of us, the already constantly present Teacher/Guru will become evident to us, individually. And here too, I consider my relationship is between me and my Guru/Teacher. It is private; no one else has a need to know about it. (Then why am I talking to you about my experience in all of this? Because I am genetically obliged to accord with the apparently fundamental truth of the human race: Never take your own advice.)

Finally, again: Presumably some of you reading this website, and perhaps particularly these paragraphs, are wondering, is this writer a Buddhist? A Christian? A Jew? A Muslim? Or what? Fair quetion. The answer is yes and no. I mean no disrespect by that, but the fact is, as I perceive my spirituality, I belong to nothing but God, and I listen to every voice God speaks from whatever mouth God chooses. (Is belong the right word? Dunno.) And — for myself — I am convinced that every path, every scripture, every seeker’s instinct leads to God because, God being Infinite, there is nowhere else. And, as I see it, every seeker must find, will find, the path that is specifically intended, even purposely and personally designed by the Infinite God for her or him. Is that an outrageous statement? Is such a path likely, even possible? To me, this Being an Infinite God-ly Universe, the question answers Itself.
            Here let me be clear. Those words are not advice, not even suggestion. They are just a personal answer to a presumed question. As I have said before, and will likely say again, as I see it there is nothing more personal and private than the spiritual path each of us will undertake sooner or later.

Yea, well, this too: Does God exist? Sometimes, when talking about The Zoo Fence, a question arises about the existence of God; Do I or don’t I? If the question is seriously intended, my answer is, no, I do not believe God exists. And the reason is, I KNOW God exists. For me, God’s existence is not about belief … or faith.

Which generates the question, “How can you possibly know that? ” To which my response is, “I know that God exists in the same way I know that I exist.”

Thank about that. How do we know that we exist? Is it because we can see ourselves in a mirror. “Look, that’s me, proof that I exist.” Or is it because we can feel our pulse? Ot is it that a friend whom we trust affirms, “Yes, I can vouch for your existence.”

It’s none of those, is it? The fact is I know I exist, we each know that we exist, for no other reason than that I know it, we know it. We don’t need proof. Why? Because whether or not I exist is not in question. Again, I know it to be true not for any particular reason, not because I can prove it, but simply because there is no doubt about it. I know it. Period.

“Of course I exist. What a stupid question!”

Right? Well …

For me, that’s the way it is with God. I know that God exists in the same way, simply because I know it. Again, it’s not belief (religious or otherwise), it’s not faith; it’s knowledge. I know it.

Nonsense, some will say. I do not argue with that. My situation (my problem?) is that, as far back as I can remember, I have felt this way about God, sensing, knowing, God’s constant presence, omnipresence. My perception of God — who, what, how — has changed (matured?) over the decades, but never has it wavered: God is here, at hand, in my life — permanently indisputably perceptibly.

Just now, writing these words, “atmosphere” came to my mind as a metaphor for my “situation,” Atmosphere is here and everywhere, now and always — invisible, indistinct, untouchable, silent. Wherever we go, whatever we are doing, however we feel, atmosphere is here, always, everywhere, certainly. A given, a constant. To me, God is like that … but more than that. How more? Well, a meteorologist might argue, but to me the atmosphere is not, uh, alive in the same way that God is alive. A Living Presence. A Certainty. Yes, capital letters. Maybe that’s the difference.

That said, let me be clear. I am not a God freak. There are few on the planet who know this about me — other than Nancy and now you. And that’s as it should be. Which brings us back to this.

Finally, here’s a Brother Theophyle cartoon: Theo questions Rabbit, “How come you’re so sure God exists?” Rabbit says, “That’s easy. I created Him.” Theo suggests, “Don’t you mean He created you?” Rabbit replies, “That’s what I said. He created me to create Him.”

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For non-English speakers: dunno is (lazy) slang for “I do not know”.

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The greatest deception men suffer is from their own opinions.
Leonardo da Vinci

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This I command you, to love one another.
John 13:34
(Please notice: it’s not suggest, recommend, urge. It’s command.)

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The Universe is a Portrait of God
perceived by us as a landscape

composed of you, me, places, events,
planets, stars, galaxies, dreams,
latitudes, longitudes,
past present future,
genders, races, groups, associations,
religions, nationalities, philosophies,
thoughts, beliefs, expectations,
decisions, intentions, regrets, and
other unimaginable unspeakable infinite stuff,
all of which to us,
who confuse appearance for Reality,
is many, and to God is One.

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Inevitably and rightly, there is a lot on The Zoo Fence about scriptures considered sacred by various traditions. As you read those comments and observations, please understand that nothing written here is, or is intended to be, an academic consideration. I am not a theologian, biblical scholar, or historian. I am not an expert. In the context of this website, my interest in sacred writings is solely as a spiritual seeker who has undertaken a personal inner journey for the Truth of who and what and where I am. I know that many of my statements, and perhaps even all of my conclusions, will not reflect, and perhaps may even contradict, current orthodoxy, theology, and history. I mean no disrespect by that, but it does not concern me, for again I am not an academic, and this is not an academic undertaking. For me, the scriptures of the world’s spiritual traditions are a guide and a tool and a vehicle which can facilitate and accelerate my own personal passage along the spiritual path only if I understand their message to me. Therefore, I take it to be my duty, even my sacred responsibility, to discover and understand their meaning to me personally, to decipher what the Universal Teacher intends for me to see in them and to do by them. Here, on The Zoo Fence, I share that with you, and I ask that you read it in that spirit.


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