Astro Fonda

Song to the Dark Light PART I In his Song to the Dark Light, Melas,The imaginary poet, describesThe tragic existence of sorrows:Their lives unfold in the imaginationOf innocent creaturesWho have been deceived, lured,And finally consumed by Shadow. Where there once was a hare,A child, a dream, or an affectionNow only a specter remainsAn ominous presence […]

Here’s another modern analogy: our mind is like a computer. On one hand, there’s the hardware: the CPU, the screen, the memories… On the other hand, there’s the software, meaning all the programs installed on the hardware. The hardware is what the computer really is, and the software determines what one can do with the

“Imagination is the door through which disease as well as healing enters. Disbelieve in the reality of sickness even when you are ill; an unrecognized visitor will flee!” – Paramhansa Yogananda Conventional medicine is very effective in terms of diagnosis, but not so much when it comes to actual healing. This letter is for all

I had two hours left until my next class, Awareness Training. That day, it was my turn to sing in front of the whole class to receive feedback from my classmates and BL, the teacher. During those two hours, I had planned to exercise, eat, and warm up my voice, but I was unable to

Let’s open a can of worms: death. Death is a mystery, there is no doubt about that. And what do we humans do when faced with mystery? We use language to have something manageable with which to approach the infinite. We create symbols and stories that allow us to relate to that mystery. These stories

Sorry for the delay of this letter. It must have gotten lost in the mail or something. The truth is that on Friday, I spent the entire day in a feverish creative state, working simultaneously on a composition, a graphic design project, and another letter. I reached a point of such exhaustion and frustration that

“Miracles are both beginnings and endings, and so they alter the temporal order. ²They are always affirmations of rebirth, which seem to go back but really go forward. ³They undo the past in the present, and thus release the future. Miracles bear witness to truth.” – A Course In Miracles, Chapter 1 On April 20th,

“The first gulp from the glass of natural sciences will turn you into an atheist, but at the bottom of the glass God is waiting for you.” – Werner Heisenberg, father of quantum physics When I was a child, I wanted to be an astronaut. I remember many summer nights when my grandfather, my cousins,

Blank page. No fear. The rain hanging like crystal earrings on the slender branches of Serefé. The sound of traffic on wet asphalt. The search for the truest sentence I can find right now. I think it is this: I doubt my own existence more than the existence of God. Considering that something exists, that

This week, many good things have happened. Two new plants have arrived at my house. I’ve named the small one Little Green (after the Joni Mitchell song I’m learning) and the large one, Ajax. I also have a new roommate, a large insect that has been camping on my window for several days. I haven’t