When a person attains a certain level of cosmic insight without properly realizing the how, when, where, or for what purpose of that ‘supposed arrival’, he is actually in a state of more confusion than before having ventured down the self-realized path. The questions have not subsided but increased. Without his being able to fully adequately explain the precarious position, for awhile, he experiences more isolation, trepidation and defense. At this point, he’s incapable of describing the intricately involved personal exhausting experience of having been set free. In the deepest layers of his gut, he instinctively knows but can’t say; much less even begin to explain why.

Too much emphasis is being placed on outer circumstances. Happiness is a fleeting idea that cannot be maintained for any length of time. Can you possibly understand the motivating factors behind any event? What label you would ascribe to the vicarious situation tainted and colored by and through personal motivation?

Letters are enflamed. And, so too are the words which they imbue. They walk; talk dance, twirl, and spin a gamut of marvelously incredible inexplicable sensational connective rays of incalculable webs in various indescribable colorful horrendous immeasurable experiences. They carry an inherent source of unmistakable magical power which evokes the spirit of which the word contains. No matter how you feel about the esoteric arts and sciences, most especially numerology, you can not deny the influence letters invoke.

I abhor falsity; first in me then in others. Yet, our entire existence is based upon a false premise. We say one thing and do another. We pretend to be happy when we are obviously unsettled, disheveled and discontent. So much deceptiveness invades every segment of our lives so as to cause a gap large enough in our everyday lives to drive a mac diesel truck through. Bottom line: we are phony! We pretend to know what we are doing but don’t have a clue. We say we do what we love and love what we do and yet we are forever looking over our shoulders or out of the corner of our eyes for something better.

The truth is: You don’t want to know what your dreams are clear cut saying (revealing) to you. You don’t want to look down deep under the covers for the irritating bed bugs of sexual discontent. In fact, you will go to great lengths to keep your pristine world in tact, undisturbed, and on an even keel even if it means you continue to live a blubbering falsity (sham) of an existence. You will do just about anything not to have your world turned upside down even to the point of interpreting your dreams in such a biased way as to seem ridiculous.

For time immemorial she has nursed us from a seedling to a gigantic tree, A small state to the largest democracy of the world. She is our mother and our mentor. We, Indians, revere her the most.

Of late, marriage as a social and sacred institution has lost its utility and also sanctity; cases of divorce has been on the increase. However, in some parts of the world like India, especially among the Hindus still marriage is a sacred and solemn institution as evidenced by the anniversaries celebrated by them after the completion of 60, 70, 80 and 100 years age.

The Native American pipe ceremony is a sacred ritual.

The Sahmain Feast was in honor of the dead. The exuberant joy and merriment of the night was a sort offering to those who had already passed away. It was a time full of spirited play, divination, and magic, as it is today. We still carry on the old tradition and carve spirit faces out of hallowed pumpkins. The infamous Jack-o’-lantern hearkens back to a time when people would carve haunting effigies out of turnips.

Sacred symbolism is the magic language of remembering who and what we are. The background of all human existence is the very principle of humanity.