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Green grows the heart’s longing, vines on fire

Posted on July 7, 2017 by bill gannett

Green grows the heart’s longing, vines on fire Breathing your name in love’s ascending gyre. Green grows the longing heart skyward, bright Tongues of flame praising the sweet Word of light. Your name, your bright name is our dawn laughter … Continue reading →

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Love spills like blood on the floor

Posted on July 4, 2017 by bill gannett

Love spills like blood on the floor as the vigilant snore and snore; the nightmare goes on and on until we scream, “no more, no more.”

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Top Five Ironic Proofs That Meher Baba Is the God-Man

Posted on July 4, 2017 by bill gannett

1.”God Speaks”, the most significant modern cosmological and metaphysical treatise of our time, was published in 1955, but remains virtually unknown to both cognoscenti and layman alike. Only the God-Man could so effectively  suppress what is the new “Bible” for … Continue reading →

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We have opened the door to our heart and let you in

Posted on July 2, 2017 by bill gannett
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The American Book Of The Dead

Posted on July 1, 2017 by bill gannett
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My Favorite Cafe in Berkeley, Ca.

Posted on June 29, 2017 by bill gannett

This is one of my favorite cafés, the Mudraker’s Cafe, on fabled Telegraph Avenue in Berkeley, Ca. Cognoscenti from all over the world meet here and discuss their work: Assange, Snowden, Darvish Khan and many more. Beautiful yoga women, mentored … Continue reading →

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O Shiva, how we long for your ecstatic dance

Posted on June 23, 2017 by bill gannett

O Shiva, how we long for your ecstatic dance; how we long for the end of our mayavic trance! All the world rotting and little but a high stench; when will the Master his fragrant grace relinquish? All the ice … Continue reading →

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The Selling Of Meherabad And The Corruption Of AMBPPCT

Posted on June 13, 2017 by bill gannett

I have blogged before on “The Selling of Meherabad”, here, here and here, but this post supersedes previous posts. This story is not going away, despite countless Baba lovers having buried their heads in sand regarding it. This is a complex story, … Continue reading →

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Surprise, surprise, surprise! Lucy of Olduvai Gorge is passé!

Posted on June 7, 2017 by bill gannett

In a recent Guardian article we learn that modern man is much older than we thought! At least 100,000 years older than we thought! O my, the surprises that club us over the head! The scientific mythic narrative of Mother Lucy … Continue reading →

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Ghazal #88, from Ghazals For The Friend

Posted on June 6, 2017 by bill gannett

Lord and master, help us to shovel all our debt into a hole our creditors completely forget. We wish to be entirely free of all relation to all who so annoy us with such a fixation! The world deserves a … Continue reading →

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