Tuesday, April 14, 2026
The horizontal pilgrimage is laden with “one day.” You’d kill yourself to “arrive.” The suffering of such improbability becomes intolerable. The promised land is always out of reach until it becomes out of sight and out of mind.
Our weary pilgrims are tired. The oasis of “one day” has pulled them “off course.” But New Light dawns. The moving mirage has been noted. The pilgrim stops. The Road to Euphoria was never horizontal. In a way, it feels vertical. But there is no movement. No road. No map. Changelessness and homeostasis arise; effortless being froths with constancy and hope. Provision is now. The eyes close, the mirage vanishes, and the mind evacuates its contents.
The horizontal pilgrim stops in her tracks. The bridegroom is flowing. She cannot see Him face to face, realizing the road to Euphoria is no road at all, but an about-face. The road to Euphoria is merely the difference between 360 and 0. A different kind of indifference.
Absence is horizontal. Presence is vertically flowing. Presence and absence are inextricable, however. Somehow, remembering the illusion of “not to be” makes life deeper, more loving, and freer, ultimately putting you in a state of indifferent wonderment. It stops you in your tracks, and the road to Euphoria becomes like the road to Damascus—suddenly, New Light dawns, blinding the weary pilgrim. Externally, she hasn’t “made it” and has gotten nowhere. Euphorically, she is now here, enraptured.
Superficial Truth is self-effacing, but the Implicate Order is face-to-face. In this about-face called faith, the underlying unity swallows up pride and all linearity dissolves. From this all-consuming openness, no power nor principality can put asunder the implicate union, fully realized.
The road to euphoria is not a spiritual “journey” or weary pilgrimage.
More simply, this turnaround is the vertical sinking in and dawning on you.