Wednesday, December 13, 2017

Leaving El Dorado

It's been almost thirteen months since I signed a lease at the Emperor Norton Inn at Post & Taylor in the heart of San Francisco.  Spent most of the time sending out networking emails far and wide, waiting to see if anything of importance developed from all of the conversations, and daily went to St. Patrick's Catholic church in the evenings to enjoy a higher plane of reality.
   On January 1st, I'll be flying on United Airlines to Honolulu, staying again at the excellent alternative Plumeria Travel Hostel on Piikoi Street.  

Whereas I do not have any further reason to be living on the U.S. mainland, this move is auspicious.  I am looking forward to my final chapter on the earth plane; I'm ready, wherever it goes.

     Wishing everybody a joy-filled Christmas season, and as we witness the collapse of postmodernism, HAPPY NEW YEAR!
    For those wishing to join with me in getting their inner hula on, email me at  ~Aloha~

Man is in Pain, 1955

Philip Lamantia

Man is in pain
ten bright balls bat the air
falling through the window
on which his double leans a net the air made
to catch the ten bright balls

Man is a room
where the malefic hand turns a knob
on the unseen unknown double's door

Man is in pain
with his navel hook caught on a stone quarry
where ten bright balls chose to land
AND where the malefic hand carves
on gelatinous air THE WINDOW
to slam shut on his shadow's tail

ten bright balls bounce into the unseen
unknown double's net
Man is a false window
through which his double walks to the truth
that falls as ten bright balls
the malefic hand tossed into the air
Man is in pain
ten bright spikes nailed to the door

Truth Not Realized

"The depth and solidity of substance in the world is similar to the distance and substantiality of things seen in a mirror.  The truth is not realized in life because the body of the observer is itself involved in this reflected appearance called the world."

~Swami Krishnananda  (General Secretary of the Divine Life Society in Muni-ki-Reti, India from 1958-2001.


Sunday, November 26, 2017

The Eternal Witness

When I was performing karma yoga at the Yogaville Community in Buckingham, Virginia in the fall of 1993, the "guru who opened Woodstock", namely Sri Swami Satchidanandaji Maharaj was answering questions in Sivananda Hall.  A woman  visitor asked, "What is God?"  The guru replied, "God is the eternal witness."

Twentyfour years later, today was spent riding around on San Francisco Bay Area Rapid Transit trains with no particular destination.  Deboarding on to buses and visiting various east bay locations at random, resulted in a wonderful afternoon, enjoying the light rain and frequenting bookstores and coffee houses.  Continuously watching the mental factory produce thoughts, not attaching to any of them, while observing the activity all around me.  

Additionally, I am wearing a large silver pendant of Jesus Christ crowned with thorns and radiating light, the ultimate symbol of non-attachment!  My Catholic rosary beads are skulls carved from ox bone, reminiscent of Saint Francis contemplating a skull and pondering the inherent emptiness of all phenomena.  Mind absorbed in the Absolute, no place to go.
 Everyone on the earth plane is welcome to stop identifying with the body and the mind.  

All sages and saints recommend identifying with the eternal witness, and thus be free from rotting in the quagmire of samsara.  Spiritual masters of various traditions whom I have asked, shared with me that if you really want to save this world, then liberate yourself first.  It's just a matter of having the courage to be what you are.

Craig Louis Stehr
November 26, 2017
San Francisco

Sunday, November 12, 2017

Gregorian Chant Mass @ Cathedral of Saint Mary of the Assumption in San Francisco, November 12, 2017

   Please enjoy the ongoing blessings of the season, which are all around us.  Just attended Catholic mass and received Holy Communion at the cathedral in San Francisco.  The sermon focused on "the end times", enjoining everyone to prepare for their own leaving of the earth plane, and also to be ready for the second coming of the Lord, and finally our going to heaven.  

   As I sat dispassionately in the pew, fully realizing that life on the earth plane has never been more than a disjointed, dislocating ride on the worldly roller coaster, at some times dangerous, often horrifying, disturbingly insane, and routinely enjoyable too, it was clear that the constantly changing spectacle must be let go of.

    Allow me to take this opportunity to thank everyone who befriended me on our collective earthly journey.  This body-mind complex is 68 years young.  I do not know how much longer it will be seen on the planet earth.  I really don't care.  Having given my all for the sake of peace & justice, and for the advancement of radical environmentalism in the face of materialism and its idiotic servants, I am ready to depart upwards.

     I invite all who are interested in cultivating a deeper spiritual experience to stick with me, and to the rest of you, I wish you well wherever your trip goes.  Good luck!

Craig Louis Stehr
November 12, 2017
San Francisco, CA, USA


Tuesday, November 7, 2017

Society of the Anti-Spectacle

I am sitting here at a public computer at the Berkeley, CA library, typing up a message to be shared with all, and published. Postmodernism is fucked! I've got, as so many others do, a lot of unscheduled time, some money to spend, good health, and a fully enlightened spiritualized consciousness. I am NOT "rotting in the quagmire of samsara".

     50 years of front line radical environmental and peace & justice direct action, decades of selfless service work to benefit the masses, and today I am asking you: "where are we collectively headed?"  The pointlessness of the Trumpocalypse politically reigns supreme, the planet earth's climate continues to get warmer with all of the resultant catastrophic weather consequences, and the social fabric is generally not holding up very well.  

I just read in the news of another mass random shooting inside of a church.  Now that's real madness, isn't it?  What we must constantly be on guard against, is "accepting the situation", because that is what the insanity of postmodernism is all about.  It is all about getting everybody to be so dead spiritually, that the current situation is not responded to.  Postmodernism wants everyone to not do anything at all.  

Postmodernism wants you to stay stoned, keep drinking, and not take any significant action in response to global socio-political circumstances.

     If you have realized how bad this is, go ahead and contact me at  I just might join with you to take down the spectacle.  What say you?

Craig Louis Stehr
November 6, 2017
San Francisco, CA, USA

Wednesday, October 18, 2017

A Brief History of Washington D.C.'s Olive Branch Catholic Worker House

Just sitting here in my room in San Francisco, remembering the five times I was at Washington D.C.'s Olive Branch Catholic Worker House at 11th & M Streets in the Shaw neighborhood, beginning in June of 1991. 

Initially, the district's Catholic Worker group moved out to a more comfortable location, and then claimed that they had succeeded mightily by turning over the house to the homeless whom they had taken in, thus doubling in size the Washington D.C. Catholic Worker group, housing formerly homeless individuals, and pulling off a small miracle essentially.

     Reality is that the group did in fact move to a more comfortable house in a higher income neighborhood.  Otherwise, the Olive Branch Catholic Worker House was a crack house!  The previously homeless residents never joined with the Catholic Worker volunteers who showed up to volunteer at Zacchaeus Kitchen, and who were initially unaware of the crazy situation in the house.  If that weren't bad enough, an assortment of feminists moved in, taking advantage of the rent free living situation, and none of them gave a shit about anything spiritual at all, and they did no service work.  The ensuing chaos from their aggravating anti-social behavior, (supposedly appropriate to uplift downtrodden women everywhere) made the house rat population look friendly.  At war with the crackheads, the punk bitches moved out and the rats stayed.

     And then something actually worthwhile happened around April 16, 2000.  For three days thousands shut down Washington D.C. in protest of the World Bank-International Monetary Fund policies.  We had the Midnight Special Law Collective in the front room downstairs.  We had a media center set up two blocks away in Blagden Alley in an artist collective studio.  We housed an endless stream of direct action oriented radical environmentalists and the black bloc.  We shut down Washington D.C. for three days and informed the whole world about the global situation of materialism's insanity.  Finally, the Olive Branch Catholic Worker House was important.  I guess Jesus just woke up!!

     Later, the house was used by anarchists to challenge Washington D.C. city government insofar as the mistreatment of the homeless population was concerned.  Eventually, the Metropolitan Police Department raided the house, tossed everyone out onto the sidewalk, boarded up the front door, and pressured the owner into selling the building.  Currently, the building is divided up into condominiums.  Jesus moved out.  We don't know where He went.  

~End of Story~

Craig Louis Stehr
October 17, 2017
San Francisco