It's kind of like this.

Jeanne de Salzmann said, "Seeing is the most important thing... it is only in this act of seeing that I will find certain freedom." ....

One time I was going to create a podcast with my dear friend @faithdwight and we even recorded a few episodes, but then we didn’t and the point is: Faith wanted to call it Saints & Poets because of this dialogue in the play Our Town by Thornton Wilder:

          “EMILY: "Does anyone ever realize life while they live it...every, every minute?"

           STAGE MANAGER: "No. Saints and poets maybe...they do some.”

It is the saints and poets who see. But what is seeing really? Jeanne de Salzmann says, seeing is not thinking, and it's my sense that this is very important. She also says it is only in the act of seeing that we find certain freedom.  

When I speak of Seeing, I do not mean with the eyes alone, but with the fullness of our Being, awake and attuned. What is real beyond our conditioned ideas of what they told us? What matters? Why are we here? How do we invest ourselves in life when most of it no longer makes sense...? Surely there is more than I've been handed, which appears to be a coffee-stained operation manual that says: 1. Pledge allegiance to the institutions of your time, 2. Find a partner asap and pro-create, 3. Don't change. 

Most of us (certainly those stumbling onto this page) have evolved far beyond such convention, but we flounder around without a reliable map for understanding our position or destiny in the cosmos. Like, what the fuck is it all for?

In the Fourth Way of Gurdjieff (we'll get there if you stick around), there is an adage asserting that we must each "verify it for ourselves." I cannot hand you answers to the cosmic mystery or you would be under the same sway of indoctrination attempted by churches and states. The Truth of Things is already within you, but most of us require a polishing of the inner lens to see the map.  

It's kind of like this. Imagine that your heart is a movie projector and the cosmic map is recorded inside, already within the projector box. But the cap over the lens is stuck and you aren't sure how to pry it loose. Yet! Once you find the right strategy, the cap pops and light pours forth, projecting your map clearly onto the screen. 

I'd like to think of myself as your friend with a butter knife, scratching my head and helping you get the damn thing loose. My butter knife takes many forms; in this space it's made of words rather than metal. I'm melting down what I've seen into something purposeful, a tool perhaps, praying it points you in a helpful direction along The Way.

My vision for Behold (the journal) is simply that the content here would support your awakening by mirroring back to you what you already completely know. I can only hope you will read my writing and, at the end, exhale a great sigh because didn't you already feel that truth within? 

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