This will be the 4th copy of each of the books I’ve purchased plus all the ebook and iPhone apps. I’m a little obsessed to say the least. Haha These books just so accurately, down to the letter, describe this process. And each book has so many masks and layers to break through that I’m freakin convinced that if someone has read these books up to 6 times each, they still haven’t really read a word or broken down to the little lower layer where this shit gets serious. I mean serious beyond your wildest dreams. You could be reading the same words you read last time, though now you hearing them as if for the first time.

I’m in the midst of the 12th read of all the books and let me tell you sometimes I get actually angry when I read something that I’ve never seen before but is insanely impacting and I think to myself, “where the hell was I during the last 11 reads?!? Was I so retarded that I could read that and let it blow right by me without letting it devour me til nothing’s left?!?

Man what a journey….just when you think you’ve got a handle on it, thats when you need to erase all files, burn all notes and start again from scratch. But it’s so super fun!! Jed isn’t kidding, ELATION is the one thing missing from  Ahab. Thank you wisefoolpress for getting these books out there. Inserting a virus into the mainframe :). I appreciate you very much and I appreciate Jed very much as well. He is the voice that drives me back to myself…..alwAys inward. Where the real fun happens. :)

Anyway, thanks for your time and I wish you all the best in everything my friend.

My divine complement E- has been reading your books and telling me of your thoughts.  You are correct on many points about “how it is” post enlightenment – living outside human consciousness.

I agree that the numbers are small of those who are clear (truly evolved) and beyond the entrapment of myth and false distinctions.  I was given a vision of North America years ago and shown their inner soul light as little candle flames – there were very few.

In my experience, there are beneficial nectars that metaphysics supply, unconditional love from our dogs and wonderful sweet chocolate that carry me through “outside of time, outside of meaning, and outside of human consciousness” on Earth.

E- is a dream and one of the evolved, as well. Feel free to contact us when you have the space to do so.  Connecting and relating would be great fun as we totally understand how it is!

thanks jed, for your books, which were written solely for me.

i don’t recall the end of my tiresome search for enlightenment, although i clearly remember being ‘done’. . . . for a while since, it’s been about getting used to being enlightened.

‘oh, is that all it is?’, i sometimes think. ‘but i’ve known that for years..!’ . . . ‘Surely everyone knows that!!!’

and then the buggers go and open their mouths….

thanks for the ‘paul: ‘i’m done’ section, which reminded me of that tranquil joy….. and ‘Yes!’ from a fellow skydiver, what a rush!….. and for the introduction to Walt Whitman.

of course, we are like vampires. or bears perhaps. we know there’s a few more of us out there, but there’s no particular reason to get together.

any good at chess?

I am reading your S.I.E. book, and I have been laughing and loving it all the way (I’m only on page 149).   I “get” you.  And perhaps that means I should “get” me, but there is some twist of perception or something… I don’t know really.  I’ve had one teacher want me to just wake up, because she sees that I am and have been for a while, but that I don’t see it.  Another said there is the slightest little veil.  Another said I have one foot in each world.  It feels all true in some relative sense.  Relative to this story I’m living out, maybe.  I’m not really sure what I’m talking about.  I don’t want to use other people’s concepts and expressions, because then it’s just more brainwashing in a sense… and yet how else do we communicate?  There is so much I want to tell you, yet it’s not really necessary.  This is a life full of so much synchronicity now, that it could only be a dream.  I mean, it’s just too uncanny.  But what does that mean — a dream?  A dream as my current mind and perceptions define a dream?  That would be frightening… but ok… if so, then ok… well… how does this get seen for what it is?  This is where I’m having trouble.  I’d love to tell you more about it — talk with you one on one. Really, I would love to.  And I don’t expect you would provide and magical hocus pocus, that’s not what I’m after.  I like that you are cutting.  You make me laugh.  I just love it.  I feel like I’m hearing myself speak.

Can we meet?  I would love to meet you.  I am staying just outside NYC right now with my brother and sister-in-law, and momentarily between jobs or contracts (technical writer… is the role I play).  But you say the word and I’ll hop a plane to come see you (I’m penniless at the moment, but I trust that it can happen).

Thank you for your book.  I loved the letter in the beginning.  I could totally relate to the woman’s concerns and feelings but was laughing out loud at it at the same time and couldn’t wait to turn the page and dive into the what was next.  I’ll tell you some day how I am now reading your book.  Not that it matters, but it’s a fun story.  I love good stories.

Anyway, late for a retail job to earn some gas and food until I have real income again.  I’ve so-called mastered the job thing and yet, look at me.  I’m really not sure how all this works.  Sigh.  And I’m not trying to have a better life.  I wish I did, but I’m not trying.  It just doesn’t factor.  I really want Truth.  I can’t play by other people’s rules… not even friends from the Satsang community… sweet people… but I can’t even play by their rules (the pointer teachers don’t have the rules) but everybody else worshipping them does. And I love these teachers/pointers (don’t get me wrong) — I don’t worship them.  Anyway I’m late.  Always because of something more important…. I don’t really sweat it… let the pieces fall where they may.  I almost wanted to send you a link from my MySpace site or my tech writing web page, but then felt like that felt too much like a “pick up” match making kind-of thing, and it made me kind of feel sick to review how I was presenting who I am and it doesn’t even accurately capture it, so it felt really weird, and figure you don’t really care what I look like or who I am anyway, which is great!

Jed, I really look forward to talking to you, hopefully in person… don’t know why… but none the less I’ll be thrilled if I hear from you.  (Really.  It’s the strangest things that get me excited.)

[Later...]

I would love to speak in person, or write or what have you.  I’m not sure why.  I am inspired all the more with each page I read in your book.  It has become just too uncanny.  It’s too weird.  I love it.  I just have to meet you/him… speak… stare at the ocean, at the pavement… something… I’m not sure.  It’s like listening to a part of myself speak to read your/his words and tone.  But there are certain experiences I take as being markers on the path of knowing Truth truly, only because I’ve heard enough people speak of certain experiences and there is a consistency to their descriptions and I believe the truth of what they say… for some reason.  But alas, I have not had these referenced experiences, but I am not fully ‘of this world’ anymore either.  I’m not sure what.  Words are too much of an effort.  So I’ll stop here.  Please, can I meet Jed?

What will that accomplish?  Nothing.  What will it fulfill?  Nothing.  Why do I want to meet him? Excitement at meeting the man who wrote these words down … who feels (for lack of a better expression) this way.  (I’m reading the Spiritually Incorrect Enlightenment book).  Some fairy tale of true love.  (My attraction to men in general seems to be amped up this week for whatever strange reason, so I’m poking some fun at myself, here.)  And it would be great if you/he were fat and bald and smoked cigarettes (I’m allergic to them and find them foul)… because then I could just sit in reverence for what’s inside you/him (which I would anyway) but without any human distractions, and laugh at myself again and again (which I do anyway).

I think this will be my last attempt.  More than this would be getting obsessive.  This is my fourth creative attempt at contacting you/him.  I think that’s a good place to stop.

I feel like Captain Ahab at times, but it’s so obvious I enjoy playing in this dream.  If I were trying to just make a more comfortable life for myself or a better, I obviously have the will power and ability to do that, but somehow it’s not that important.  All day I felt like blowing up Christmas.  I love Christ.  I even enjoy Christmas carols and gatherings… you know… but there’s also this part of me sometimes that’s just… well, I guess it’s that “little bastard” you speak of in SIE.  Obviously I haven’t ripped through everything yet. I know — write and pray. (I’m on page 221 in SIE, but for some reason I did read the Epilogue tonight.)  What on earth is Spiritual Autolysis?  Since you’ve recommended it for those of us absurdly on an adventure we didn’t choose, would you share what that’s about? (Please.)  If it’s in your first book, I’ll pick up a copy and save you writing it twice.  If it’s not, I’d greatly appreciate your articulation of what Autolysis entails…  what you would want me to write, etc… maybe I’m actually doing it already to some degree — I don’t know.

I don’t look like a Captain Ahab at all — not on the surface.  I’m sure it frighten friends to know that I have that side.  It’s not even a side per say — it’s just part of me.  I have a real wrathful move forward side and yet in the physical world I seem to bob around in the same more or less calm seas…  I mean I’m pretty calm, but part of me inside is tiring of bobbing around in the same surface calm seas.  I don’t know exactly what I’m saying.  Am I saying I want change?  Yes.  But truthfully the physical change would never give me what I’m looking for. I see more that most people perhaps, but not as clearly as you… so I imagine… and yet I resonate with everything you say and all the quotations you select.

Ah, I read your section about depression in SIE!  I loved that!!!!  I’d been there at one point, with no reason for it.  The boyfriend though it was chemical, wanted me to see doctors, but I knew it wasn’t, and I didn’t mind facing it.  I had a good job, a good apartment, a good life, a good boyfriend and I was entirely miserable.  It was such a dark night of the soul, as they say.  And I like you, sort of feel excited when I see someone get to that point.  (Isn’t that weird, I ask myself, because who would wish that on anyone.  In a way, I wish it for everyone.  But then, I also wouldn’t wish it upon anyone.)  Why is it some awake people see me as awake and I don’t even feel like I’ve woken yet.  I remember little shifts (or BIG, rather) shifts in attention.  That was very cool!  I’m grateful for the boot camp my mentor put me through.  Brutal by some people’s standards.  Psychologically manipulative by some peoples standards.  They just don’t get it.  It’s not worth my talking about.  Inside I laugh and am so grateful.  Painful, but ahhh, liberating in so many ways; but I don’t feel that I have but scratched the surface.  And it is like being on a journey that one didn’t choose, but one can’t turn away from. I don’t understand it, but suppose that understanding it is irrelevant.

Next question:  Why am I wanting to share all my stories, my so-called life, my thoughts with you?  Why am I doing this?  Am I trying to keep the illusion of me alive by doing this?  Am I trying to shatter it?  Am I hoping you’ll shatter it, when I’m the only one who ultimately can? I’m hoping you might say something and it will help everything else crumble.  I hear you say most people don’t really want that.  I know I don’t want the blood or the pain or to die and yet part of me really wants the blood and the pain and to die… I’m sounding a bit masochistic… and I don’t mean to… certainly not who I am in the world… but there is a part of me right now that feels like taking a dagger and tearing at something, but I don’t know what that is.  It’s certainly not anything material.  I’m not about to go postal on anyone.  I’ve felt this before at times in my life. A kind of wanting to blow everything up — a self-destruct.  I suppose it’s always launched me to the next phase.  Here it is again.  I’m not suicidal or violent or have repressed violence that I know of.  This is different.  My life is purely background noise at moments like this.  And I love life all the same, though I can’t earnestly feel that while I’m speaking these words at this moment, but I know it’s still true.

Would appreciate hearing from you.  I so appreciate your talking to us through your book.

Thank you…

I had a funny little thought today… could you be Rama… is that why there is no picture of you on your book or your Wisefool site?  If you were I would love you all the more and just the same and I would try not to worship the ground you walk on.  You can see my gratitude for Rama is pretty deep (and I never even met him).

Is this kind of Love that I feel another string that has to be cut?  It is almost synonymous with Gratitude.  Does this have to be cut?

Genuine BOA DOA here.

…or I guess I should say break-out archetype UN-doa here.

1998.  It was, and no mistake.  The New Clear Balm (actually, I loathe puns but that’s exactly what it was!) went off and didn’t let up until everything was burned to the ground.  It lasted all summer… a long hot summer indeed.  Funny, and of no surprise, that you would choose a photo of a giant mushroom cloud for the cover of your third book, Spiritual Warfare, which, if your previous books are any indication, I look forward to reading with great anticipation.

You are an oasis that has appeared when I’d long forgotten how thirsty I was.  I recognized myself in your words from the very first chapter of SE:TDT and knew without question that you were speaking my language. How I thanked my friend for exposing your work to me last October!  How could you have slipped under the radar for so long?  Well, besides due to the non-marketing marketing strategy you have going.

I’m a lemur for guideposts, riding the currents as you call it, and travel along magnetic lines that I have come to honor and trust. No matter, the important thing is that I found your voice, like cool water in the veins, and I thank you immensely for it.

Not to take too much of your time here as I’m sure you are an increasingly sought-after man, but I wish to briefly share with you how my journeying came to an end. I moved to NYC as a young woman, where I still currently reside, eager to dive into the music scene and test my skills.  My songwriting was never aimed at the popcharts; I was one of those naive enough to believe that if you maintained a level of sincerity and integrity in your work, it was sure to rise to the top like, well, you get the idea.

The daughter of closet activists, I vowed that I would use my voice as a sword against the tendrils of conglomerate megalomaniacs that ruled the world! I found myself gravitating toward a more aggressive  musical style, industrial ala Nine Inch Nails, to frame my ever increasing disenchantment with the general course of this country, the news becoming more sensationalized, the military becoming more privatized.  I sensed that we were heading toward a state of emergency and even called one of my projects 911 in the mid 90′s.

During this time, my father was diagnosed with a life threatening illness in 1993 and passed away the following year. I decided to shed the agnostic stance of my twenties, (brought on by a Catholic upbringing) and get back to probing the deeper questions.  I discovered Deepak Chopra’s book, Creating Health, certainly one of those golden keys that dropped into my palm.  Barbara Marciniak’s Bringers of the Dawn also opened the floodgates to greater possiblities and before I knew it, I was ON THE  PATH.

I think there are several paths that lead to the ocean.  Autolysis, the intellectual pursuit; sex, the least common denominator, music, art.  If one really has the emotional commitment to finding truth, they will find it, I believe, but the passion has to be there and the key is expressing it.  Then, as you so beautifully put it, brace for impact.

Here’s a shortlist of some “enlightening” material that’s helped me some along the way.  It hasn’t been an easy search:

• The Truman Show, film (excluding the outside viewers)
• On a Clear Day, film
• Lady Chatterly’s Lover (last chapter), D.H. Lawrence
• Henry Miller & Anais Nin’s real life relationship
• Ulalume, poem by Edgar Allen Poe
• St. Theresa of Avila
• Rumi
• Kahlil Gibran
• and others…

The above were mere sips compared to the waterfall of recognition your books have been to me.  I don’t know how to thank you.  If you are ever in New York, maybe you can catch me in a downtown dive singing some drizzly jazz numbers.

Walt Whitman’s Leaves of Grass – Whitman is beautifully “awake” and gives us an awakend view of the world, specifically the United States, through the window of the mid-late 1800′s)  and recently finished Jed McKenna’s Spiritually Incorrect  Enlightenment. as of 12/18/2005 – I found it a mind-ripping book – in the beginning I was loving him and laughing; it was like listening to myself; and I’d made the entry here:

“LOL; if you like cutting to the core with a knife, you’ll love him – I haven’t laughed out loud so much while reading a book, ever – Jed’s book is just so to the point every time I open it… but it’s not for everyone… you have to like strong coffee and even stronger Truth — it’s the dark roast of spiritual wake-up drinks! “

Well, that’s what I had written, but in January I finished the book, and in a way it finished me; it left me with no one and nothing to turn to anymore, and now I find myself uncomfortably grasping at nothing.  But I still recommend it, and yet in a way I’d never want to recommend to anyone… because I’m back where I started except I no longer have a carrot hanging from a stick that’s tied to my head.  And we all love chasing carrots. They give us some sense of purpose. Am I happy about being spiritually carrot-less?  — No.  It’s not comfortable.  What am I doing about it?–What can I do?

Now I’m squirming and I’d like to know something… anything… he might care to share.

I can hardly say or write anything when I’ve “got my act together” that doesn’t sound self-congratulating upon review. Or, when it’s not working, self-pitying! Gag! This ‘persona’ resembles a macabre blob, the sight of which and the realization of ‘who’ it is (moi?) stuns me into dumb silence.

Jeez, Louise… this ‘me’ has gotta go… it is just in the way.  Ego is a pose, a poison and its falseness is self-evident.  Even when I’ve been most inspired, the gap between insight and experience is a klieg light in retrospect, the pride of accomplishment swamped by the pain of exposure. Yes, I’m a poser & so is my world.

My intent with this communication is to contact or find out more in regard to Lisa in “Spiritual Warfare.”  Her situation is similar to mine in some ways and I am hopeful that the remainder of her story may be helpful to me.

I am a 42 year old male, married with 2 boys ages 2 and 4.  I have recently left a lucrative job with a major corporation after 10 years where I was well respected and very secure.  The pain of needing to find harmony with the truth finally overrode my fear based desire for material security.

I know that surrender will ultimately result in the only thing which will ever bring my heart to peace.  I am willing to walk away from everything that has been created and attached in this illusion, this life I have created, except my children.  I cannot abandon them and even the thought of marginalizing their future and opportunity in any way is difficult if not impossible to process in my mind.

This doesn’t mean I think they need the benefit of a high income, parent absent household so prevalent in America today.  It means that I think they need great amounts of time and support and sufficient material support.  My difficulty at this stage is allowing myself the freedom from corporate ownership I just gained in mind, body and spirit while the agents of fear eat away at my dreams of their future and while their needs take the time I had set aside for finding the truth and flow in my life.  I wish I could burn everything and see what is left.  I cannot burn them.

I know Jed speaks of the various stages of life and how in each one the price paid for truth is different.   I agree that to more ingrained in the illusion you are, the more roots you have, the more disruptive the change will be but I need more than that.  Lisa has either stalled or continued in her quest and as witnessed by the book it appears she stood by her children.

i am in need of help.

i can not overthrow the ego’s reign of tedious life denying tyranny on my own, as i just get pulled back in by the force of its web. its a war i can not win without help! i have no one that knows what is going on and everything in the world can’t help, family, doctors, e.t.c only serve the purposes of keeping alive the lie, they can’t help, and do not know how to help. they where made to to “Separate the journey from its purpose” acim

i am in a desperate state. at war with evil, i need help!

i am in need of sanctuary! i need to find a quiet place to go to heal. i need a place i can go to Finnish, to die to the false to be born of the true.

i find my Self in an impossible situation, of total futility and hopelessness. i can not go back and i can not seeming go on by my self. i search futility for help in the world where no one can help me and all i find is more self delusion and denial.  i can do nothing of my self ! but the Will and function are blocked ! i know longer know what i am doing, and everything i attempted to do to get my self out of the situation is futile and does not work.  There is something i am avoiding going through and no compromise is possible, i can not do it by my Self. it is like being possessed ,at war, with ground gained and lost, forward & backward, waking, and back to sleep. i am in a extremely precarious mental state, barely able to leaving the house, true perception comes and goes. looking i can’t find anything but self deception and my own futility at seeking outside my self for help, yet i have to have help!

How can delusion seemingly have such a powerful hold on the mind? when it has no reality, no being, no truth, and is not! How can it seemingly fight like a son of bitch for its survival when it is imaginary! when it does not exists and is only a belief!!  i wish it was as simple as saying that it is not true and does not exists, yet it is set on its survival at any cost! but it does not exists, it has no being!! yet it has such a seeming powerful ‘will’ to survive! how can what is not true resist and deny truth! how can what is not real, keep what is real and powerful hostage, and how can it resists so much!  it does not want to die. i want it to die, to be born, to let it go, but it fights! How can something unreal be aware of its own existence and threat to it!!

thank you for reading and for your work and for any advice or help you can offer.

i see that its all a fantasy, that i made it all up. but i am still in this horrendous and unhealed position. no way out!!!!