Category Archives: The Experience

Aliens In The Rearview Mirror

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Whelp, it’s official: The Experience on Unknown Country is an experience of the past. In this week’s grand finale, I put out a theory on alien abductions so true, it will largely go ignored. Do check it out. And then it’s onward to OurUndoing.com.

I’ve been podcasting about ufology, the paranormal, and high strangeness phenomena for the past 14 years. Enough, already, we get it–We don’t get it. At least that’s my takeaway, I dunno about you. So, my job is done here. Time to move on. I will still talk about my books, I Am To Tell You This And I Am To Tell You It Is Fiction and its offspring, The Story of Toe. On that front, I’ll be doing some Zoom readings/chats with ya soon. But the bulk of my work moving forward has to be about understanding the difference between what we erroneously call human nature and authentic human wholeness. Perhaps, in hearing it, you will understand it so deeply and clearly that you become clarity, become said wholeness.

As a society, we’re about finished here. As a species, we’re also about finished here–at least in the way that we define it. If you think people went nuts during the pandemic, wait ’til the cold comes and never leaves. This isn’t my fear, it’s my forecast. I used to worry about saying it out loud for fear that I have a responsibility not to cause panic, but we’re past that now. Besides, few take me seriously enough to do anything about anything I say (probably a good thing). And besides that, seeing how so few people have treated their time in the pandemic as a sign to turn inward, work on themselves, yada, yada, and would rather make it a conspiracy theory where someone out there is doing this to them, I’m no longer under the delusion that I can predict reactions to warnings, prophesies, or outright knowledge about the sky falling.

So, the sky is falling. Whatcha gonna do with your time left? Is it important to do anything in particular if it’s over? What happened to all those dreams of being a better person tomorrow? Of being on a personal journey of discovery and empowerment? What happened to life being about learning?

That was always procrastination noise and you know it now, when, at the end of it all, you can throw your life away for chat board LARPing-turned-insurrection and obsessively posting about how COVID isn’t real or is real but was created in a Chinese lab or by Bill Gates or, or, or….

CONSPIRACY PRO TIP: When it doesn’t matter what the conspiracy plot claims to be about, just that there is one, it’s only ever about you running from your life.

Can we afford to run in circles anymore? I won’t do it. Not because I refuse but because I’m deeply incapable at this point. Come be at this point with me and let’s see where we go together.

I was considering making Our Undoing a free site. The problem is, if I do that then we won’t be able to afford to host symposiums and the such for cheap or for free. Then again, I seriously don’t see a long-term future where symposiums are relevant. At the moment, a lifetime membership is over half off. And there is still a free version of the website that you may visit. I’m going to work on making a free version of the Sitting Circle message board this week, so we can connect there, if you like, as I pull away from social media. And, of course, there’s still the Our Undoing Radio podcast, which is in its 6th season.

Listen, at this point I don’t need anything from the online world. It does nothing for me in terms of self esteem or finances or even keeping up with friends and family. (Remember when the phone was a phone?) But writing and speaking on Our Undoing still feels right. I feel like I’m contributing what’s needed to the world at the exact time when we need it most. I have no self-aggrandizing illusions that “the world” knows I exist or cares or would care if they checked out Our Undoing. It’s not about being loved or recognized by scores of people. It cannot be about that. It’s about doing this because this is what I do now. And I think there’s material there worth your while, but I will keep going with it whether anyone shows up or not.

Perhaps Our Undoing is more like the online version of mandala sand art than Eckhart Tolle hitting the jackpot on Oprah’s show. Either way, that’s where I’ll be. I’ll keep this JayVay blog around, too, for when I get the bug to write something that doesn’t fit there and, of course, to promote whatever needs promoting. (Like the Living Mystery Symposium–coming soon! Sure, symposiums may be irrelevant in the long-term, but no one said anything about a couple of months from now.)

Anywho, thanks, everyone who has stuck with me through the years. And hello to the new faces. Let’s all relax… and get to work. Come find me:

https://www.ourundoing.com

So, My Interview For Dreamland Took A Turn

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Next time you think the world is coming to an end or is so out of control with corruption that it can’t possibly have anything to do with you, ask yourself why bottled water exists.

Those of you who have been following the blog of late know that I’ve been having some fun cleaning out my old drafts and writing tidbits that didn’t make it into my new book. The above quote is me cleaning out old drafts and was going to be the whole of this post. But, I just wrapped an interview with Whitley Strieber for his show, Dreamland, which will air November 27th. It took an unexpected turn for me when he described where I live in Hawaii, painting a picture of a dangerous, beautiful place at the edge of the country and the end of the world. This is accurate, no question. It brought to mind another truth about the place that overlays the entirety of this island chain, which is that it is the heart of Aloha spirit. 

Looooong before I arrived, believe it or not, other people lived here. They are called “Hawaiians.” They, like me, originally moved here by choice. And they carry with them the Aloha spirit, which is another way of saying an open heart, a love for life, and a real care for the land and the sea born of relationship, not a savior complex. 

This place is Heaven; this place is Death. What is it about this drastic place of stark contrasts that attracts such Love?

The Isle of Hawaii is a series of active volcanoes. It is the creator of life and the killer of life. It is the creator of customs and culture and ways, and the destroyer of same. You cannot live here for long without that impenetrable sense of love and caring, which informs how you understand this direct, perpetual lesson in impermanence.

And Love is you, anyway, so why not embrace it? As I said on the show, though it may not feel like it, Love transcends and includes all–including you, the person blocking out Love to find it. You are it. And you don’t have to be this seeking illusion anymore.

It’s probably easier to put off understanding yourself as you truly are when you feel like you’ve got time for that in the future. When you live on a volcano? … Not so much. In fact, to truly live here and understand what living means, it helps when you arrive leading with that Love, not seeking it. This is the difference between a people who calmly clean their homes, open their doors, and invite Pele’s lava in, knowing that it will take their homes in a burst of flame, and people who scream and flail and have a mental breakdown because their home owner’s insurance won’t cover this.

How do you weigh these two minds?

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“Who are you in this moment?” That is the context of my podcast, The Experience, moving forward, no matter what the theme of each episode is. We all are at the end of the world and the edge of our country. The country is broken–the system, yes, and about half the people, too. And while Mamma Earth with be just fine, our time here, as we are, is up. The environment is altering us-as-we-are out of existence. The craziness you see around you is what happens when people try to remain as they are while Earth demands different.

It’s funny. Whitley asked me why I am here. Like, what am I doing here? It’s a tough question for me because I talk about all sorts of “crazy” experiences I’ve had and the “crazy,” likely permanent, state of my existence that seems to have nothing to do with Love. And then I end on Love. It seems to make no sense, which you’d expect from crazy.

Sane/crazy, sense/nonsense–Love transcends and includes it all. What else is there to talk about when we cannot get that fundamental right? Where else can we end up when that fundamental is us?

I, for one,  will not ruin Love just to declare, I exist and this is who I am and why I am here.

Because I exist. And this is who I am. 

It’s why I’m here.

I see what I did there, too!