Great Uncle Shorter: I remember when Gary was around twelve years old, he called me over to impress his friends on how well I can shoot a bow and arrow into the target they set up over on by a tree…

Gary: I looked up to my Uncle, he could do everything. I remember telling them, just wait until you see what my Uncle can do! *laughs*

Great Uncle Shorter: Never shot a damn bow and arrow in my life, but I wasn’t about to tell him that… So, I picked it up and uh, aimed and hit the bullseye right in the middle! My eyes got real big, *chuckles* then I turned around and I looked over at ’em kids with a serious face, “Well boys, that’s how ya do it.” Gary looked back at his friends saying, “See! I told you!” Luckiest goddamn shot I ever took…

Gary: *laughs* Yeah, I remember that.



First, the unconscious biological approach. Second, the conscious ascetic approach. Third, the conscious tantric approach. No different than the feeling and experience of nature. No different than unifying with the High and all of its pure manifestation. Desire for instinctual behavior drains the energetic life force from obtaining the true Power. Where does the mind lie in such an act? If it is truly felt in the moment, how does one tell if feeling of love is real? Because the feeling is truth, so be it. One must tell one approach from another, if it is genuine then it is truth. If we are all Divine and one can tell the truth in one’s soul then one should not doubt. Trust. Let it be, let it be. Namaste. Namaste.


Life is a state of permanent amnesia, a world in search of new forms of escapism and quick, sensual gratification.

    Nearly everything we do to enlarge our world, to make life more

              interesting, more varied, more exciting, more vivid, more “fabulous”,

        more promising, in the long run has an opposite effect. In the ext-

             ravagance of our expectations and in our every increasing power, we

        transform elusive dreams into graspable images within each of us

           can fit. By doing so we mark the boundaries of our world with a wall

               of mirrors. Our strenuous and elaborate efforts to enlarge experience

             have the unintended result of narrowing it. In frenetic quest for the

              unexpected, we end by finding only the unexpectedness we have pla

nned for ourselves. We meet ourselves coming back.