revelation

"Talking Ayahuasca" by Ayahuasca_Pix via Flikr.

Meriado

Feeling the Vision in Peru.

Killing the Buddha

New Revelation from a “Son Of My Mother”

Leland Mellott has been kind enough to share with us some more details about his discoveries, of which he told us a bit earlier: By way of a powerful, transformative River Of Lightin my mind across the month of October 1981 (some eight weeks later I began speaking in tongues), I see that: We have entered…

Softening the glow of mystical illumination.

KtB Fall Fashion Tip #62: Eyewear for Luminaries

Nathan’s not the only KtB editor having trouble in the dating department. And if you think the OKCupid pickins are slim in NYC, imagine trying to find a suitable mate in a Northwoods town with a population of 200. There’s not a single OKCupid member, male or female, gay, straight, or otherwise, within a 25…

Killing the Buddha

Bill No. 666

Do you think John of Patmos, as he scribed away in exile, ever had the premonition that his words would carry such weight 2,000 years later, in the democracy labs of the world’s most powerful nation? Probably not. Last week, as all eyes turned to Arizona and its controversial immigration bill, the state’s legislature quietly…

David Plante

Essential Stories

I like to think of Blaise Pascal, though fiction didn’t much concern him, when trying to understand why fiction has more and more been reduced to details of quotidian life as against a vision of universal life, of essential life. Contemporary fiction seems to be locked in nothing but details, though at one time in…

7739

The Apocalypse is Always Now

The introduction to Believer, Beware: First-Person Dispatches from the Margins of Faith.

"The Coming of the Lord" (detail), by William Thomas Thompson.

The Colorful Apocalypse

What does it take to be an “outsider artist”? Brushes, paint, and revelation.

"He could no longer be certain whether he was a man dreaming he was a butterfly, or a butterfly dreaming he was a man."

Persistence of Memory

Can we mourn for those who aren’t dead?

wtc_street

Waking Up

Zen and the art of running from a crumbling tower.