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I not only share my philosophy of living with sacred, crazy-juicy, fierce and
euphoric creative abandon through writing, I also do my small part to help
vivify others’ lives in experiential ways. Drawing on a professional background
in event planning and production, I partnered with two brilliant individuals in
2003 to birth Epiphany Works, LLC. Through this company, which is run using
conscious business principles, we are able to subtly align others with
activities that ignite their own inner spark. Our events are beyond the ordinary
and a bit mysterious, yet simple and fun.
EW’s Mission Statement: To provide public forums for enlightening
entertainment – based in spiritual traditions and world cultures – that awaken a
sense of awe, wonder and radical amazement at the miracle of life, beauty of
community and infinite potential of higher consciousness.
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Meet G-ji | The Intuitionist
One of my core passions is opening to life’s grandeur in the fullest possible
sense; for me, that includes my sixth sense. For many years, I’ve studied and
experimented with my intuition and have written about some of my meta-phenomenal
Everything Matters, Nothing Matters. As one of my fave
songwriters, Jason Mraz, raps:
My home is deep inside the mystics /
I’m known to keep diggin’ on existence.
You see, I believe that creativity and higher consciousness are inextricably
linked. While writing is an emotional and intellectual pursuit, I view it
foremost as a sacred act. Know what I mean? When you’re so engrossed in
something and blissfully lose yourself in it, your creative PVC pipe is at its
most clear and pure. You tap the divine. You merge with the Creator.
As human artists, we often glean inspiration from others who are highly and
broadly connected in this way. So, here goes. On this page I will post an
ever-changing amalgam of random musings, luscious quotes and wows (words of
wisdom) from others who’ve obviously talked on the red phone. Reading their
stuff can help you vibe up to new creative heights, as well.
“Sound the depths | of your own being”
These words by 20th Century poet Rainer Maria Rilke are the closest ones I
can find (at the moment) to describe that sweet, expansive union of reciprocity
that I reach for in my most cherished relationships:
Only someone who is ready for everything,
who doesn't exclude any experience,
even the most incomprehensible,
will live the relationship with another person
as something alive
and will himself
sound the depths of his own being.
“You are | God in drag!”
Ponder this poem from Hafiz about the divinity in all of us.
You are the Sun in drag.
You are God hiding from yourself.
Remove all the "mine" - that is the veil.
Why ever worry about anything?
Listen to what your friend Hafiz
Knows for certain:
The appearance of this world
Is a Magi's brilliant trick, though its affairs are
Nothing into nothing.
You are a divine elephant with amnesia
Trying to live in an ant Hole.
Sweetheart, O sweetheart
You are God in
“After great pain | a formal feeling comes.”
For anyone who may be enduring suffering of some kind today, the eloquent
words of Emily Dickenson echo through the ages.
After great pain a formal feeling comes —
The nerves sit ceremonious like tombs;
The stiff heart questions — was it He that bore?
And yesterday — or centuries before?
The feet, mechanical, go round
A wooden way
Of ground, or air, or ought,
A quartz contentment, like a stone.
This is the hour of lead
Remembered if outlived,
As freezing persons recollect the snow —
First chill, then stupor, then the letting go.
Here’s a little ditty from inside the pages of
Everything Matters, Nothing Matters:
“So, what are you going for,
enlightenment?” a wise man (wise guy?) asked me while we were chatting
at a work-related cocktail party. Talk about Integration. There I stood,
tipsy with a wine buzz, all dolled up in pink lipstick and high heels,
waxing rhapsodic about the allure of communing with Spirit. And this
simple, humble man, a Christian mystic––a self-professed carp out of
water at this Hollywood gig whom I’d watched work the room like the
Clintons at the Democratic National Convention—getting all over my shit
about me wanting to find my Holy Grail.
“Do you even KNOW what you’re
going for?” he prodded. “Do you?” Woo wee. It was a fair question. I was
in a mood to hear myself answer it.
“No, I’m not really going for
enlightenment. Of what use is that to me now? That’s the Big O, the
cosmic climax. What stirs me most is the pre-O, living in the splendor
of becoming, the full flush of adventure and emergence, where anything
is possible, and where I can screw up and even get screwed, in the
figurative sense, if need be … sort of
like Anaïs Nin in Henry and June, don’t you think?”
“How should I know? You’re the
Okay, I had gone a bit far,
and he was having a hostile moment at my expense. I granted him that but
couldn’t resist extending the metaphor. “Yeah, that book is about her
erotic awakening, how she wants to bite into life and be torn by it, how
she swallows the laughter of her lover like bread and wine. Only replace
sex with Spirit, lover with Beloved, promiscuity with piety. Life is my
unexpurgated spiritual diary, my rendezvous with full-frontal
“Huh. You’re speaking of love.
Is it possible that you and God are having an affair?”
“How should I know? You’re the