Here is a passage from my book The Translucent Revolution.

Webster’s dictionary defines translucent as “letting light pass through, but not transparent.” A transparent object, like a clean sheet of glass, is almost invisible. You see everything through a transparent object as if it were not there at all. An opaque object, on the other hand, blocks light completely. A translucent object allows light to pass through, but diffusely, while maintaining its form and texture. Objects on the other side cannot be clearly distinguished. A crystal is translucent. So is a sculpture of frosted glass: if the sun were to shine on it from behind, you would see the light passing through the sculpture, and it would appear to be glowing from the inside.

Translucent people also appear to glow from the inside. They have access to their deepest nature as peaceful, limitless, free, unchanging, and at the same time they remain fully involved in the events of their personal lives. Thoughts, fears, and desires still come and go; life is still characterized by temporary trials, misfortunes, and stress. But the personal story is no longer opaque: it is now capable of reflecting something deeper, more luminous and abiding, that can shine through it. (more…)

Here’s a passage from my book Leap Before You Look.

When you notice yourself needing to be right,
When you notice your mind is strongly attached to any conclusion,

Stop and ask yourself, “Is it true?”

Do I really know this?

Is this an absolute, objective, unchanging fact?

Would every sane person in the world agree that it is so?

Or is it simply opinion?
When the mind says, “There’s not enough time,”

Ask, “Is it true?”

Do I really know that?

Can that be nailed down as a fact?

everyone agree? (more…)

Dear Arjuna,

I just finished listening to the recording of the Thursday call and was floored and honored to hear you read my question and so eloquently answer it. I wanted you to know that in the spirit of your advice I am fully taking on worshiping the goddess in my girlfriend Jennifer.

Mostly she appears as a mystery to me, what is behind her eyes that is, but sometimes I feel this visceral stab of delight in my gut as I watch her, and I suppose this is me connecting briefly with her divine presence. It’s almost too much to bear. I will keep at it and try to make some sense of it, or if not sense, then gratitude along with an ongoingly unconstrained sense of wonder.

As your video was prompted by conversations with your wives, my question was prompted by an interesting conversation I had with Jennifer about the potential tangible contributions of more women’s wisdom in today’s world. She has recently been studying women’s wisdom with Karen Buckley. I felt like something tangible and political should be done, and yet, I’m equally clear that I’m not the leader of that movement.

Jennifer is in formulation about whether she is going to be the one to step up and be the leader of that. If she does, she intends to do it by transforming the way business is done from the inside out, which sounds like the perfect starting place to me. Clearly Jennifer is one of those kinds of women to watch for all kinds of reasons. I’ll keep you posted.

Thanks again for your excellent coaching and advice. Maybe it really is all we men need to do to be this change we want to see in the world.


– Robert.

As you might have seen, we seemed to touch a nerve with our movie, “Dear Woman.”  We have been deluged with objections from every possible variety.

But here was a response from a woman who was gang raped as a child.  The movie shifted something for her, and for us that makes all this worthwhile…

Here is Katherine:

Dear Conscious Men, one and all,

I just watched your beautiful video “Dear Woman.”  With tears of joy, immense love, deep gratitude, and profound hope for healing, I thank you!  Thank you, dear men, for your vision, compassion, courage, love, honor, and respect.  This is so much more than an apology.  This is a declaration of love and understanding that moves men and women beyond duality and opens the door for true and deep healing.  This is a monumental step towards visioning a new world and a new way–a way that honors the divinity in all women, all men, and all life.  This is a path that heals the deep divide between us and moves us towards LOVE.  Together, we truly can create miracles.

Like many of my sisters around the world, I, too, have been raped, tortured, beaten, belittled, betrayed, abandoned, and abused.  Despite great pain, I know that the human heart has the awesome capacity to rise above, to open, to heal, to forgive, to love.  The men who gang-raped me when I was a little girl are not here to apologize.  But I forgive.  Perhaps they were unable to free themselves from the chains of hatred that imprisoned them, but in forgiving, I free myself.  I understand that our world is hurting deeply.  I understand that women and men are crying out for healing.  On behalf of my gender, I apologize for the ways unconscious women–from their own place of  wounding, pain, and fear– have injured our brothers, husbands, fathers, and sons.

What remains unhealed in one soul will always injure another.  Let us end this destructive cycle of injury.  Let us join hands and hearts, and, in the spirit of co-creativity, let us heal ourselves and our planet.  Let us vision into reality a new and magnificent world that celebrates and honors our oneness and our divinity.  Let us choose love.

With deep love and heartfelt gratitude,

The day will come when,
after harnessing space,
the winds, the tides, and gravitation,
we shall harness for God
the energies of love.
And, on that day,
for the second time in the
history of the world,
we shall have discovered fire.

Tielhard de Chardin

God and I have always had something of an up-and-down relationship. I really like Him (or is it a Her or an It? I’ve never been quite sure) a lot. I mean A LOT. More than anything else.  But still, we’ve had our struggles.

My grandmother was my very favorite relative, complete with a friendly dog and a friendly cat, closets which smelled of mothballs, and an endless supply of wonderful desserts. She went to church every Sunday and prayed, and she taught me to do the same.  I picked it up pretty easy.

“God, this is Nicholas here.” (That was my name when I was a kid, Nicholas.) “God, thank you very, very much for making me captain of the cricket team. That was very nice of you. And thank you for the B grade in English. I was wondering if you could help me out with Biology, and maybe get me a B in that too? Oh and by the way, you know that girl with the blond pigtails, Molly Smithers? Well God, I’d really like to kiss her.   God..?   God..?   Are you there, God..?    Hello..?”

I was quite conscientious about my praying back then, but I was never quite sure if anyone was listening. Seemed there was a lot of static on the line, and I wasn’t quite sure if my mail was getting read, or if my phone calls were being listened to. (more…)

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