Paul Clearfire
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Monday February 2nd 2026
Here, We Go The air in Varanasi is laden with chants washed in holy water from the Ganga. Every river-soaked breath carries the ashes of the dead and the prayers of the living. Here sacred songs flow ceaselessly, touching nearly every ambience I capture. Here the pathways of the Krishnamurti Center wend their way elegantly…
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Parmarth Nikitan Ashram, Rishikesh
Home Away Nothing is flat in McLeod Ganj. The town washes up the sides of the Himalayan foothills and clings there like so many multicolored barnacles. The spirit of this place lives on in my heart, but the streets and pathways I will always remember with my knees. One does not simply walk in McLeod…
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Mcleod Ganj, Sunday, January 11th
Vultures are holy creaturesTending to the deadBowed lowBared headsWhispering to cold flesh“Your old name is not your king, I rename you Everything” -Jarod K. Anderson Rivers of experiencing shimmer through awareness, and every moment feels suffused with meaning and poignancy. My beloved, I have come to you empty- handed, needing nothing, expecting nothing, and you…
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Roots in India Kickoff
Pack Light, but Bring Everything From Paul: Welcome to the first installment of the travel blog for Kiran and Paul’s “Roots In India” voyage. We’ve created this blog for donors, family and other interested parties who might like to track our progress on this once-in-a-lifetime adventure. If you’ve gotten on this list by mistake, or…
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Curious Knowing
An exploration into the nature of manifestation “What is to give light must endure burning.” ― Victor Frankl Occasionally we hear the question, “Why manifestation? Why does the One appear to become many? Why does anything appear to exist at all?” A frequently proffered answer is that the question is, at best, inappropriate, as Infinite…
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The Coffee Inspiracy
Our Manifesto Join the Inspiracy! Read more here: The Tears of Waaqa
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The Birth of God
The apparent activity of the universe is identical with the One blossoming in conscious awareness. We, apparently separate selves, illusory individuated egos, are like seeds planted by the One, out of which God awareness blooms. To the seed, this cracking open and bursting forth can look like pain, suffering, and utter destruction. To the One,…
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Heartsong
The first time I heard it clearly, I had been soaking for hours in a hot spring high above Steven’s Pass.
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Dawning
My history with both entheogenic experiences and non-dualism originates in mystical vision I had in a clawfoot bathtub in a neo-Victorian house in Pittsburgh sometime around 1975.