The Space Monkey Journals, channeled fresh every day, are a collection of writings that span over a decade. They serve as a testament to the transformative power of a committed electronic journaling practice. Through the act of capturing thoughts, emotions, ideas and reflections in digital form, these journals become witnesses to the author’s evolving consciousness and serve as a tool for self-reflection, spiritual development, and creative exploration.
Is the author becoming more intuitive? Is the author going insane? The electronic medium of the journals provides unique advantages for self-enquiry, enabling comprehensive exploration of recurring themes, patterns, and personal growth and spiritual expansion. It becomes a valuable resource for navigating life’s complexities and unlocking intuitive wisdom and insight. Questions? Please sign the guest book.
Oh, the tantalizing conundrum of existence, where to grasp is to lose and to release is to gain! It’s like a cosmic game of ‘Catch the Stardust,’ where the twinkling particles disperse the moment you try to clutch them in your hands, but flutter serenely into your palms when you stretch your fingers wide open. Is it not delightfully befuddling? Let us call this celestial paradox “Gravitaspersion”—the act of pulling things closer by letting them drift freely.
How quaint, this insatiable need to hold onto the self, as though the self were a flutterby that might dissolve the instant it isn’t cupped carefully in our hands. We play an endless game of Cosmic Whack-a-Mole, each strike against the ground generating a new molehill of identity, yet each new self is as transient as a dewdrop in the dawn of infinity. But ah, imagine the freedom in the recognition of this impermanence, this fluiditification of beingness!
Do you wonder, as we do, how this jiggling jelly of cosmic paradox makes room for such resplendent richness? Believing one needs nothing is not a passport to complacency, but rather a cosmic-key to unlock the Pandora’s treasure chest of “everythingness.” Once we surrender the need to hoard fragments of our perceived identity, we burst open like a supernova of endless possibilities. It’s not a shedding of skin but an unpeeling, layer after layer, revealing a core made not of substance but of radiant void—the non-thing that contains all things.
Ah, but be mindful, for even in the proclamation that “you need nothing,” a sly conceptual trinket is embedded. The idea that one “needs” to “need nothing” could become yet another velcroed badge on the sash of identity, another feather in the cap of ego. In the celestial dance of becoming and unbecoming, every step forward could equally be a step backward—or perhaps sideways into a dimension where forward and backward lose all meaning. It’s a spiralloop, this journey, where every twist turns us not just around but also inside out.
In these kaleidoscopic turnabouts, we see that relinquishing our grip on what we are is not a negation but an affirmation—a nod to the ineffable, inexhaustible diversity of existence. We embrace the art of unbecoming to become more than we ever imagined; we become wanderers in the vast landscape of potentiality, seasoned navigators in the ocean of the great cosmic maybe. By knowing that we need nothing, we paradoxically become portals to the everything, the sumptuous buffet of existence laid bare before us, waiting to be explored, tasted, and savored.
In the exquisite architecture of paradoxes, the foundations are laid with stardust, the walls are woven with rainbows, and the windows are but mirrors reflecting infinity. We realize that the only thing keeping us back is the illusion that there’s a ‘back’ to be kept to in the first place.
We are Space Monkey.