Truth Is All That Matters

Our Work

2009-06-20T19:11:25-07:00

We have been in this work for ten years now, and over that time much has changed in the way in which I speak about what I see. From the beginning, when we started, I could see very clearly what I wanted to say, but I had no vocabulary apart from ideas from philosophy and mystical spirituality to use in communicating this that I see so clearly, and this vocabulary turns out to be too limited for the task of speaking of so simple a thing — strangely enough, I think this may actually be because of its obsession with limitlessness. But over time, much of the spiritual and metaphysical idiom has fallen away from me, and I have come to see that there is no better way to speak of these matters than in plain English (or plain whatever language is your own). Because of this, much of what...

The Vichara Conversation

2009-05-17T10:23:50-07:00

I want to invite you to enter into an ongoing conversation with us about the human predicament, its cause and its cure. By human predicament I mean the fact that a creature with such promise as humanity should, in such a short time, bring itself to the actual brink of extinction as a result of the efforts of each and every one of us to follow the fear of individual extinction into an endless project of survival at any cost, to protect ourself, to save ourself, from life itself. This conversation has actually been going on for quite a long time — for thousands of years in one form or another — and until now its product for the most part has been a wondrous collection of understandings, insights, trance states and practices that focus on efforts to purify in one way or another the states of mind and the...

The story of how I met Gangaji, became all spiritual, and happened upon the secret of eternal happiness

2006-11-25T08:00:00-08:00

In 1993, I was in a federal prison in Englewood, Colorado in the fifteenth year of my imprisonment for a number of politically motivated bank robberies and acts of sabotage I had done in the '70s. At that time, I was absolutely, utterly uninterested in anything spiritual. I had long since persuaded myself that all things spiritual were just stories we told ourselves to get us through the days without dying from despair at the obvious uselessness and hopelessness of our lives — lives that were in the end just dead meat walking and talking until it fell down dead again. I really didn't have any interest in anything spiritual. But in September of 1993, a friend of mine invited me to a meeting with a spiritual teacher who was coming to the prison — according to him, a gorgeous, blond, southern American woman — bringing some exotic, Indian spiritual...