by Raphael O’Suna

Large numbers are meaningless. The average person cannot grasp them. A light-year is almost 6 trillion miles.

When one reads that billions of galaxies, holding trillions of stars, spread out over billions of light-years, one draws a blank. We are too small or it is too large. Space is so large that distance merges with time. Galaxies are not noted as being so many miles away, but as being so many light-years away.

I suspect our inner worlds are also unfathomable. Here too one seems to come up against the magnitude or geometry of light. As anyone knows, who has contacted the source of light within, beyond this phenomena of light one finds darkness.

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by Raphael O’Suna

Many things are very deep, unfathomable, intricate, contingent, confusing, labyrinthine. They do not reward concentrated thought.

Infinity and eternity are concepts of this nature. The “Origins of Origins,” is another. The nature of the human mind is very mysterious. As is the nature of consciousness or soul. Can one determine what the lowering of a woman’s eyes means? What is light? Reincarnation is another maze of questions.

Only a few men can productively contemplate the great mysteries, without harm coming to them. Even fewer can enter into them and doing so become mysteries to others.

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by Raphael O’Suna

My mother knew from an early age, that among the highways of America, I was not a through road. Her expectations for me were, therefore modest.

She once told me to become a postman. Aware of my one talent as a storyteller, she suggested that as I made my rounds delivering mail, I could be simultaneously writing my stories in my head.

Although I never became a postman, and later did realize that I had a few other talents, I have always written stories in my head when I walked or drove.

Of all my talents, falling without injury has been the greatest gift. I have fallen frequently. The kind of falls only stuntmen make after preparation, and always walk away unscathed.

But aside from stuntmen, one can hardly make a living falling.

Another of my great gifts is my ability to accurately throw rocks. But again, people do not pay for that skill, even during revolutions.

By Raphael O’Suna

When my parents passed, I returned to empty and sell their house. I made it a purpose, or an intention or a goal, to go through everything in the house.

It took me six weeks. I worked day and night. Two things only caused me consternation. I could not dispose of my mother’s wedding dress, nor my father’s old coat. The coat had shaped itself in the image of the man.

When I came across a box of letters, I was intrigued. They were written to my mother from a family friend.

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by Raphael O’Suna

The next time a doctor tells you that you have a virus, ask him: “What is a virus?”

Is a virus an organism, a form of life, a creature, something like a bacterium, or is it a piece of chemistry? Is it like light, which changes from being a particle to a wave when we look at it?

Does a virus change from lifeless form to living matter, when we look at it? Do viruses lie at the border of life? Do they cross back and forth? Do you think your doctor knows what a virus is? Why does he often give antibiotics for viral conditions?

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by Raphael O’Suna

During the 1970’s, I spent many pleasant days in and around the town of Comptche, California. It was hardly a town. There was a post office and a general store.

At that time, the naturally carbonated water, which flowed from a spring beneath the great redwoods, was known to only a few of us.

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by Raphael O’Suna

(Editor’s Note: The following was recently sent to West Coast, Japanese and Canadian newspapers.)

I write to you as a friend and as someone who works in the medical field in Hawaii. This letter comes from the island of Maui, and concerns a very serious health hazard.

With the opening of a new volcanic vent on the island of Hawaii, extremely large quantities of poison gas and toxic metals are spewed into the atmosphere every day. For a long time, only the island of Hawaii, and specifically the Kona Coast was seriously affected. The toxic plumes–thick and nasty–are almost always shrouding that part of the island. But now …

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by Raphael O’Suna

I do not scare easily, but the immensity of the universe: the quantity of matter and the aeons of time are intimidating.

I remember once, on a beach on Long Island, when the sky was full of stars, and a woman, speaking, unintentionally drew me out of my body, and unbeknownst to her, I had drifted off into the starry night. She had talked me into relaxing on the sand. Her voice and instructions almost hypnotized me. And out I went, into the starry night.

Quickly, I realized that something was amiss. I didn’t immediately realize that my consciousness had peeled away from my body. When I did and sensed the dark immensity, the loneliness of a speck of light in all of that darkness.

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