Our self-knowing and awareness hold the key to the cosmic riddle at a point where subjectivity is also objective. We know the source because it never separated from us.
The 2014 revised edition of The Night Sky completes a nine-book project that began without a blueprint and ran for about thirty-six years while I investigated four main topics—medicine, cosmology, embryology, and consciousness—each from a combination of scientific, anthropological, historical, and esoteric viewpoints. My premise is that science is telling us half or less of what it is doing.
We twenty-first-century humans
block most possibilities for psychospiritual growth, but faith is not frivolous. The Dalai Lama doesn't have a
puerile, delusional intelligence, nor does a monk feeding the poor in
Algeria, or a nun in Colombia. These are mature, sophisticated beings with a
measured sense of who they are and what the universe is.
Once upon a time, the universe was sacred and unfathomable by simple
emanation. Humans accepted the operations of nature as the mirror and
counterpart to their own existence. Before quarks and
Big Bangs, they called it Spider Woman and Corn Mother. These are not fables; they are hard-won intuitions of something
If we can create the mystical crucible strong enough to
stand the horror of facing our collective and individual shadows, then the depth of our depravity and enslavement might provide, through the mystery
of grace, a glimpse of the divine light that is unbearably intense at this moment, and is trying to make us wake up and claim responsibility
for our transformation.