All of My eBooks Just $2.99 Each!

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In a bid to make enough money to fly back home for my cousin’s wedding this August, I have lowered all of my ebook prices to the incredible impulse-buy rate of $2.99 each! Kindle… Nook… whatever your ereader of choice is, you can own all of my work for next to nothing. So, please do! (Sort of. I just realized that I Know Why The Aliens Don’t Land! isn’t available on the Nook yet.)

Consider it a donation to a fundraiser for a plane ticket with the added benefit that you get to own a really great, critically-acclaimed collection of words that came from my head and spilled out of my fingertips for your entertainment and, perhaps, education.

Here are the links to the U.S. pages:



More about these special books….


I Know Why The Aliens Don’t Land!

The book that started it all. This is an autobiography written in the style of Robert Anton Wilson’s Cosmic Trigger series. You will learn why these visitors we call “aliens” don’t just land and say hello, but not before being taken on a whirlwind ride through the life and times and mind of the man-child making these wild claims.


If I give your brain every answer to every big question it’s been plagued with since the dawn of time, will that stop thought? If so, what happens in that moment? And if that doesn’t happen, are you at least left with a feast of spirit food to chew over? Yes, definitely that. This is the book of mind and spirit for those who have had it with religion and New Age. This is the real. And it’s written in plain language so that you will understand it.

Into The End

A coming-of-age sci fi/horror epic that starts off like a small and simple tale, but ends with your jaw hitting the floor. No less than that. Take everything we’ve learned from my previous two books, plus the best of Paratopia, put it in a word blender set on “Stand By Me Dialogue,” and feast. By the end you may wonder if you just read a work of fiction… or a twisted truth.


What better way to spend your tax refund? Ssssshhhhh-sh-sh-sssshhhh… I said, what better way.  Now please get to shopping. It’s for the children.

The One Question I Am Most Sick Of Answering

The stronger the threat to feeling good about yourself, it seems, the greater the tendency to view reality through a distorting lens.  –  Leonard Mlodinow

The one question I’m most sick of answering that came up again recently is this in all its permutations: Why are you anti-New Age when your experiences sound so New Age?

I imagine this question is being asked by the same 4 or 5 people who stalk me around the internet looking for ways to irk me. Maybe that’s unfair but I dunno. It’s not as though when I’m a guest on talk shows I lead with “I’m anti-New Age… and now here’s my completely New-Age-sounding spiel.” So you’d have to be familiar with me to ask it, right? And if you were familiar with me you’d already know the answer. But even that is a slippery slope because, as a rule, we hear what we want to hear first. I do this, too. I sometimes find myself upset about something someone said or wrote that, upon further inspection, didn’t connote what I originally thought it did. I had an expectation or read into it a tone that didn’t seem to be there the second time around. It is possible that readers and listeners are mistranslating in similar manner or that I’m really bad at communicating the answer clearly. Let me take another stab at it now.

If you experienced something so profound that it gave you the ability to see through other untruthful people who claim to have the same experience, wouldn’t you call them on it? Wouldn’t their lies and delusions be a mockery of the real? Wouldn’t it bother you that when you open your mouth about the real, the person you’re confiding in will likely conjure images of the BS version they had sold to them and lump you in with that crap?

Of course you as a consumer of this stuff have the luxury of lumping us all together and taking from that what you like or what you say works for you. You have the luxury of, for instance, not believing me as you buy book after dogmatic wish-fulfillment book in search of the magical formula that helps you create your own reality. You ever notice how these books tell you that you can do this without ever addressing the bigger question: Should you?

Is it okay to manipulate hard-won mystical knowledge that requires the letting go of self into a scheme to fortify the self and selfish desires?

Is it okay for Westernized people who have shamanic experiences to claim to be shamans when real shamans don’t live in mansions with swimming pools, own cars, or commune with nature in their spare time?

Is it okay for a man to reinvent himself every few years to sell you galactic ambassadorship should your shining lights at the sky with him call aliens down, then sell military whistle blowers, then himself as a man working with governments toward disclosure, then himself as a survivor of the American government’s plot to kill him, then himself as a man writing protocols with aliens, then himself as the man with answers to free energy, then himself as the gatekeeper of an alien corpse?

Was Heaven’s Gate okay? Jonestown? Is this guy?

At some point you have to get real with yourself about what it is you’re doing behind that Everything is love! smile, Princess Unikitty. New Agers tend to think they are above religious zealots because they have seen through the fallacies of orthodox religions. Unfortunately, they went one step too far by replacing the orthodox with the unorthodox. How is giving yourself and those around you daily pep talks about manifesting what you want through focused intent any different than the zealot who babbles on about giving his life to Jesus? That gets boring and tedious for the rest of us–but as with the zealot, don’t dare tell the New Ager that. You will be judged as judgmental, the ultimate sin, and feel the heat of a fiery serpent writhing behind that smile.

Orthodox religions and the unorthodox have flecks of dead Truth sprinkled throughout. (Cannibalism: that’s how they getcha.) But so do our lives without them. Atheists have epiphanies and insights. Inventors bring to the conscious material world metaphors for  unconscious formless truths. You can’t escape what you are but you sure as hell can call it anything else. You can put off direct experience of the transcendent indefinitely. And the best way to do that is to say you’ve read all about it or–better still–already achieved it.

New Age nonsense shares the same language as real mystical discoveries and bends those discoveries to the end of selling desire. I don’t think it makes me a hypocrite to call that out any more than it makes an archeologist a hypocrite for calling out creationists who believe the world was created in six days a few thousand years ago by a god. The difference is that I don’t have a degree you can examine. I don’t have years of education in the works of other people. There is no formal education for this, no peer review of “internal” experience. I could be lying; there is no way for you to verify except through direct experience.

I’m not asking you to take my word that I’m not being hypocritical here. I’m asking that you don’t. Don’t believe me, don’t believe religion, don’t believe New Age, don’t believe atheism, don’t believe agnosticism. Put us all away–yes, me included–because we’re not real for you. Not because you want to know what is real but simply because we are not real. If there is anything that’s real, perhaps it will come uninvited when the wall of belief and expectation is shattered. Perhaps not. But if there is an undefinable timeless greatness that carries in its tide the epiphanies of deep reality that have been killed and stuffed for consumers to decorate their interior domains, how is that living immensity to wash through one clogged with definitions that form the boundaries of psychological time in the not-so-great tiny self?

You can hoard dead treasures to live by or the hoarder can die and in his/her place stands the living, breathing treasure of treasures. That choice and that choice alone is free will. The Christian may murder this Truth and stuff it into a toothy clawed beast called “Born Again.” The New Ager may reel this Truth in and hang it on the mantle as “Enlightenment.”

But when Truth is alive it is you. When Truth is dead it’s a concept. Don’t take my word for it. Don’t take anyone’s.

We are social creatures who form fellowships, discuss things with each other, and form consensus realities through common experiences. It is not a wonder to me why Truth eludes us. It does not live there. It can only be conceptualized and built upon in untruthful ways from there. Truth is antithetical to the lie and the lie is what we live. That’s not a judgment; that’s how it is. It’s a forgone conclusion that we will start this way. But we don’t have to stay this way. We just have to be alone and inwardly silent.

New Age is a noisy communion like any other with the bonus arrogance of believing it’s above that. It’s transcendent.

Mmmm… no. It’s just more you running into the arms of concepts. You are thought. Concepts are thought. It’s not love, it’s narcissism.

Ready Or Not, This Is Reality

Exif_JPEG_422In 2004 I had the experience of being-and-witnessing formless consciousness exploding into all forms. Dr. Andrei Linde recently had the experience of seeing hard evidence for his theory of inflation (the “bang” of Big Bang Theory). Jeff Ritzmann had the experience of a shrouded man who claimed to be from a particle in our world asking him rhetorically of the universe, “You think this is real?”

Can these three points of view point to the same reality?

Yes. They can and they do.

Picture it.

A child wakes up from a nap and immediately begins imaging a universe to play in. The child imagines worlds upon worlds and people, animals, insects–everything–to interact in and as. The child projects and is the bad guy to play good guy off of. All of these characters and settings are the child imagining and immersing. They are the child.

Picture it.

The child imagines a people who have personal self-awareness. Because their real nature is that they are characters of the imagining child, sometimes that transpersonal self-awareness bleeds through the personal and they get a taste of who they deeply are. Still, they tend to cover it up by doubling down on the illusion and building false belief systems around the taste of truth. They live a lie and lie about the truth of their core nature because that is how the personal self survives. (Or so it thinks.)

Picture it.

One day these imaginary people do some math and backtrack to when their expanding universe was just a tiny ball of energy waiting to bang big. They think they have found the beginning of the universe, but there is no beginning and no ending, for in truth there is no time. Eons are but a moment to the imagining child. Although these people can’t know it through their science, what they’ve counted back to isn’t the birth of the universe, not really. It is the moment the child woke up and got lost in the delights of its own imaginings. Not billions of years ago. A moment ago.

Picture it.

This is a close approximation of what reality is, except the physics are backwards. In the analogy, the child is a form, an organism. The child is imagining formless entities. In truth, the intelligence doing the imagining is formless and we, the organisms of mind-stuff, are forms. Formless intelligence gives rise to form and when one’s personal self-awareness drops and the transpersonal comes into focus, one sees all of this very clearly. One witnesses and identifies as formless intelligence exploding the universe into existence–not due to some mysteriously pressurized particles, but–due to the fact  that by merely existing, merely being, formless intelligence must be something. What’s it being? All forms. All forms of itself. Being is its form and being is its action. There is no division at all between no-being, being and the action. BEING is the only game in town.

There is no form without formless intelligence. There is no formless intelligence without form. There simply isn’t. They are inseparable qualities that give rise and definition to the totality of existence. And this is the way things are. By the analogous token, there is no child without imagination and there is no imagination without children or child-like adults. They are a single definition that can be thought of as having two components, but because they are inseparable, there aren’t actually two. It’s just easier to talk about them that way.

So what good does this knowledge do you?

It does nothing for you except to point out that there is transpersonal self hiding behind the personal facade. Because that’s more you than you are, it might be wise to see how this is true and in seeing, drop the personal self. Perhaps a mutation takes place and you will know what a human being really is. Why  that’s important isn’t worth discussing. Get there first or don’t. But let’s not talk any further until we’ve walked the same distance. If I have to holler back descriptions of what’s up ahead for you to yea or nay, how fair is that to me and how real is that to you?

This “experience” of seeing/being formless intelligence giving birth to all forms is not my personal experience. It is not for me. In that moment there is no me as I previously understood myself, that’s the point. It is transpersonal. It is universal. This is a fact, not something I’m supposing, and you can read all about it by the likes of Joseph Campbell and Ken Wilber, the latter of whom has made a living piecing together “spiritual” revelations across all cultures, while trimming out the political and mythical “untrue” stories in which they are embedded. There are universal revelations embedded in relative cultural contexts like one signal playing on channel after channel of pure noise.

Or you can just look at any religious text that says in the beginning there was light or the word or void or the Big Bang. These are all descriptions of roughly the same instance.

That said, just because it isn’t for me personally doesn’t mean squat to you. You still have to take my word for it or call me a liar, call me delusional, call me wrong, whatever. If you are not living it, you’re supposing about it and that’s every bit as useless as if this were an experience tailor-made for me alone.

But it isn’t. It’s tailor-made for all of us.

All of us alone.