About this Book

What happens when we awaken from the great trance, walk freely among the objects of the world, meet their gaze, sense each has a secret, a direct connection to the vital center of the world? Every place has a vibration; every district of experience has a street name and a root that moves up slowly or suddenly, driven by a sublime form of appetite. This is the terrain, the inner landscape of The Luminous Heretic. Back from death and willing to enter it again, he makes no sacrifice in the temples of reason and fear but walks naked between both of them. Neither dream nor body nor simple contradiction of logic and image we often settle for; he is the worshiper of the darkness that coils within us, knows we are the light we are searching for.