Fuck Your Journey Or as St. Paul put it more encouragingly, Love Keeps No Record of Wrong. Whatever gets us to the Deep Now is both redeemed as an essential part of our path and utterly irrelevant compared to the exquisite quality of the Moment were blessed to share. So stop rehashing all of your breakdowns and breakthroughs. Show us how much youve grown, but please, dear God! Stop telling us! (see #epiphanywhores) Do the Hard Thing And the rest of life becomes easier. Promise! If you want more Flow, Bliss, Groove etc in your life, always tackle the gnarliest shit head on. As Mark Twain put it If youve got to eat two frogs in a day, eat the ugliest one first. (#embracethesuck)

Work It Out Work out your problems, your questions, your answers, your body, your mind, your heart, your kinks, your resentments, and your dreams. The more we do all of the work, the more we retain from our peaks and the higher the level of our plateaus become. (see #noskippingsteps) And its not That, either! No matter how dazzling your latest breakthrough, download or insight, its still only a piece of the puzzle. It may be lowercase t true, but the second you assert its uppercase Capital T TRUE, its become false, just by overstating the claim. You can no more become fully enlightened than you can become fully educated. Take the insights for what/all that they are and... keep going!

Practice Resurrection Tibetan Buddhists spend an entire lifetime just trying to prepare for one moment where they can die consciously and step off the wheel of Karma (aka--cause and effect). Thats a lot of investment for one shot at redemption. Instead, practice dying in every moment. All ecstatic practices, are, after all, deaths of some kind. So practice dying to your preferences, your story, your pleasure, your pain, your attachments, your ego, your pride, your wounding, your fears and your desires. Die to it all, as often as you can, and see who remains and what comes next! Above All, Be Kind These are the dying words of Aldous Huxley, famed philosopher and man of letters, while holding the hands of his soul mate Laura (under the influence of 200 micrograms of Sandoz LSD 25). If its good enough for Aldous, its good enough for us. After all, if we skip this part, does any of the rest really matter?