In 1981 I was sitting in meditation when, just for an instant, a bolt of lightning flashed through my mind.

As artists, we are continually re-creating both our world and ourselves anew at each and every instant.

A life-transforming event happened within the very first minute of my being admitted to my very first psychiatric hospital.

The teacher called on me, and as I was about to answer her question, my world changed forever.

On the surface, the two scenarios with the psychiatrist and my father were quite different.

It is only by being willing to face, consciously experience and go through our wound do we receive its blessing.

There is an age-old imagination that there exists a miraculous substance that enlightens the universe

How our wound manifests is an unmediated, direct expression of our level of dissociation from our wholeness

A light that doesn’t go out, the lumen naturae pervades, infuses and animates the physical world.

In 1981 I spontaneously went into such an ecstatic state that I was hospitalized by what I call the “anti-bliss patrol.”