Brain-eating Amoebas
You don’t want brain-eating amoebas in your skull, right?
Yeah. Me neither.
I also don’t want all the meaning to be sucked out of my life, to shuffle through life according to someone else’s script. So, I haven’t. In the first part of my life I explored what it would mean to pursue social change and healing with alternative medicine with all my heart… as best I could figure out how to do that.
Then, about age thirty I changed course when that plan wasn’t going so well. I re-set my direction to instead wake up myself, to gain realization and eventually full enlightenment and then shoot out emanations to benefit all living beings.
Hasn’t happened yet. But, boy, has giving it my all been great for me, and the folks around me.
I write books to share the joy of taking up a wish to be the best of what we can be. I write with the wish that we can transcend the dregs of our own humanity and live every day in a pure, uplifted head-space instead of being like a sippy-cup for the mind-eaters.
Join me, my fellow citizens of the world! Embrace the vision that the ultimate welfare all living beings can be put before our own, or at least alongside our own. Implode cynicism and rally a belief in a subtle something that continues after the death of our material form. Believe in full awakening into Buddhahood. It is more fun to be a believer than to not believe in anything wonderful.
Thus we will defeat the metaphorical brain-eating amoebas, and carry on.
