Volume Six of - The Lost and Found Season of the Most Pope Joey
Number One of - Kids of Lower Utopia
Chapter One - Of Daffodil Eleven and Softdoor Scout Finnagain.
Page 6 - Intro 1

V6 No1 Page 6-7. The Softdoor Yantra - (and Introduction by my beloved Brother rbear). Once upon a time when we were kids we were climbing up a huge rock face which we did without proper gear, in order to bring Death as close as we could without actually dying. Death had a way of making things real so we called on Him at times to remind us of what mattered. Anyway, near the top of this great forehead of rock we arrived on a brief plateau from two different sides. As I remember I wasn't paying much attention to Brother rbear because the intention that had brought me there -- to feel the presence of Death -- had swallowed my whole life. I don't think rbear had actually arrived onto the ledge yet (he was a very silent climber). I do remember sitting on the ledge in a complete existential misery and looking over the edge. Death had failed me on this climb, there wasn't even a whisper; so I remember leaning out as a challenge. And that was when He came, in a full whoosh of Presence. Yes! (His Presence is the absolute Present, the very Now that is outside of time.) And, of course, I lost myself and my suffering and with it my sense of balance as well, and I began to slowly topple forward, alone and with nothing to prevent Death from taking me. Then …a hand grabbed me and a familiar voice said "Isn't it beautiful."
Brother rbear …he saved my life and in the same breath re-membered me to the Beauty. And that moment for me describes him best. The only other thing he said as we sat there, alive and looking out over the whole world, was "It's all good." And ... It Is.

Thank you Brother.