My Dear Child,
I am writing this letter to you from the year 2025 to share with you my hopes for the future.
When I was a young boy, I dreamed of exploring the far reaches of the known world. I wanted to venture into space as an astronaut. I wanted to discover the lost past as an archeologist. I climbed trees and wandered, my curiosity an ever-burning fire.
I grew up in a small fundamentalist world, where everyone believed and thought mostly the same. We lived a story of separation: souls trapped in bodies, stuck on probation. We all had one goal—to be saved by Jesus Christ and be resurrected after death to live for eternity in heaven.
So when I was eight years old, I was baptized into this worldview, and adopted the dreams (and fears) of my parents. I always thought I would have multiple wives and many children like my father. I imagined I would be a righteous Mormon man, a stalwart pillar in Joseph Smith’s church.
But then… everything changed.
At the age of 20, I lost my Mormon faith. As a child of the internet, I encountered all the information that my Mormon ancestors had never known. First, my testimony in Joseph Smith collapsed. Then, I questioned the Bible and the Jesus story, deconstructing my pre-set cosmology and religion. By my mid 20’s, I was an existentialist with a drinking problem, listening to sad music to cope with the seemingly meaningless state of the separated universe. I was still a skin-encapsulated ego, but now without a savior or a god who cared.
Then, with the grace of a few profound experiences, I began to remember a long forgotten inner truth. My deconstruction deepened, as I questioned my way out of my nationalist patriotic programming and my consumerist capitalistic conditioning. I climbed off the hedonic hamster wheel and exited the rat race they call the American Dream. I embarked on a soul quest, wandering the Earth to make sense of life and seek my soul.
The Great Mystery would take me even deeper into the tragic. As I awakened to the wound of the world, I began to see the 6th great mass extinction all around me. I saw the poly-crisis from 1000 different angles, and fell into despair.
But as my heart broke open, I reclaimed more of my authentic self and met with the Mystery. Accompanying my grief was a deep and abiding love for the beauty of life, and always that unquenchable fire of curiosity. It was with these two gifts (and grace) that I navigated my descent down into soul, and was initiated.
Now that I have considered all the facts, the truth I am joyful to share with you, is…
The universe is not separate, but UNI-fied. We are of one supreme substance—one unified field.
The universe is animate, bursting with life and pregnant with consciousness. All is infused with the Great Spirit.
The universe is holonic, each part a whole, each whole a part. Holons dance in harmony all the way up and down the evolutionary chain, from the quantum to the cosmic.
This holon’s journey started in fundamentalism, deconstructed into existentialism, and ultimately reconstructed into rational mysticism.
My hope is that you are nurtured and cultivated by a lineage of rational mystics who know the Great Mystery. My hope is that you will know you are already home in the Godhead. My hope is that you live fully and give your unique gift to life.
If you’re ever lost on the journey, use this compass:
Recognize the beauty of life
Add to the beauty of life
Increase your capacity to do both
You are a living prayer for a more beautiful world.
With all my love and blessings,
