This is essentially a podcast, or an audio-blog, I’m not sure which. But I started this work before there was such a podcast craze.

Throughout the week, I deeply feel the inner transformations, psychic movements, and imaginal landscapes. These then form themselves into daily experiences and come out in the written word, music, art, and other creative outlets. There is a dimension of my self with a tremendous missionary zeal, and it is to honor this part of myself—a divine invasion of sorts—that I create these weekly sermons. To the best of my ability, I try to let this part of me speak her peace without my interference, but of course, the ego can be an unwieldy foe, and she, too, elbows her way in there sometimes. As a close friend once told me, some of the sermons are letters to God, others are angry missives hurled at le mauvais père. The complexes will have their day in the sunshine, too, however much we, all rosy and optimistic in our garden party attire, may object.

Of course, the older I get, the easier it is to chuckle at the ego’s idiotically maladjusted machinations. I think we can and should relax into the aging process. I feel sorry for the youngins. They’re so nervous and uncertain. Dig much deeper, young ones! There’s nothing in the external world that can save you from yourself. You must rely on hard work, discipline, and fortitude, and you must take responsibility for yourself and all of your stuff—your anger, your fear, your jealousy, in short: your Shadow. Until you own up to and integrate your shadow, you are ironically living in the darkness of an ego-made theater binge-watching its projected reality. That kind of life is not freedom.

And freedom and peace are what this new religion is all about.