The Art of Dying
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The Art of Dying


Regaining My Light Experience

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Clear: a noun, a hope, a spiritual state, a promise, a faraway horizon, a yet-to-be-reached heaven. These early days on the Apollo, I lived for Clear.

Initially, Clear and Scientology to my mind were the same thing. Clear was the dream and Scientology was the path leading me there. Clear was the sun I rose to and the moon I dreamed by. It was the hope I cherished from the…




A Self-to-No-Self Portrait

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Ulf Wolf

Ulf Wolf

Raised by trolls in northern Sweden, now settled on the California coast a stone’s throw south of the Oregon border. Here I meditate and write.

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