Now is a U-shaped glass of sparkling water.

Each of us is a bubble coming from nowhere to now-here,

taking a unique journey to the top of the glass

where we seem to disappear.

We don’t disappear.

Every one becomes One with everything

as we are before we appear as bubbles.

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I is time.

I, is, time —

the most frequently used personal pronoun, verb, and noun.

While never appearing together as a sentence,

I is time reveals what we are and why we are here.

I

The self —

individual identity in now — the play of life.

Is

A word connecting every thing to its identities in now.

Outside now, every thing is everything —

Soul, universal identity.

Time

How mind frames our experience of now —

a sequence of every thing ever-changing.

Yet time is an illusion.

Now is a beam of light

traversing and revealing

timeless, never-changing Soul.

I is time: “I IT”

I — a self — am Soul — everything,

from nowhere to now-here

for a human experience.

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Every thing is everything —

without the hole

every thing is whole.

When every piece comes together,

what remains is one peace.

Non-duality

hidden in plane sight.

Every thing is unique,

everything is univer-soul.

Every thing is memory — illusion,

everything is is — real.

You are EVERYTHING — every thing and everything.

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E is energy,

connecting the illusions of time and every thing.

I Time Every Thing — reflecting light of the moon.

Is Is Everything — emanating light of the sun.

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This book is about self-help through self-destruction —

a guide at the end of days for the transition

from dying to deathless

from time to timeless

from self to Soul.

No one here is getting out alive

except those who have awakened to being.

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Preface

The perspectives in this book are intended to be funny — as in odd and amusing.

For those who don’t find them amusing, the aim is to arouse curiosity and hint at ways of seeing that will make much of their experience of now funny.

The texts are sometimes ambiguous and enigmatic.

They are meant to be read more like poetry than prose: slowly and audibly, to help you consider different perspectives, rather than solely to receive information.

Each reader’s understandings will reflect who they are as much as what is written.

Readers embracing many contradictory perspectives will ultimately be freed of the limitations of the self’s perspectives.

Once freed, they can see reality as it is, not as self perceives it.

The self is what makes things funny.

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About the transcriber

Victor Teicher is not the author of these texts.

He is the transcriber of revelations in his journey in the play of life —

everything found, nothing built:

Kabbalah — what has been received.

Victor is cast as an eccentric in the play.

He’s always been looking from outside center-stage — ex-centric — as much audience as actor.

As few were interested in the role of an eccentric, Victor was sure to star.

The role was easy to play. Victor just needed to show up as I am.

As life imitates art, Victor’s name was also cast for his role.

In German, Teich is a pond. He who lives near — a ponderer.

In English, Teicher would be pronounced teacher.

In Japanese, taisha is a great shrine where gods meet — presumably to laugh.

A victor is a winner: one who’s One has won.

Since childhood, many people thought Victor funny, as in odd.

He would always laugh when asked what planet he came from.

Victor came from heaven, like everyone else.

Unlike others, he’s not forgotten where we come from and where we’re going.

May this book help you remember.

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Foreward/Forewarning

Be careful what you wish for.

All wishes come true but rarely in the form you imagine.

In 1973 Victor graduated college and planned to start working, have a family, and take a year off at a Zen monastery when he reached 40 — like Philip Kapleau who wrote The Three Pillars of Zen.

At 40, Victor was successfully managing a hedge fund and married, with three small children.

Yet, his business partners and family would not have supported his year-long sabbatical.

At 43, his family and 140 friends threw a farewell party for him at the Harvard Club before he left for a 13-month stay at a federal prison.

The prison was his Zen monastery.

What landed Victor in prison was his involvement in a Wall Street “insider trading” case in which he personally profited $50K.

Legal fees were roughly $2M; fines and penalties another $1.8M. He was permanently barred from working as a money manager. His net worth today is a fraction of what it might have been.

Victor didn’t think his trading was criminal, but the prosecutor, jury, and judge had a different perspective.

How do I feel?

Terrific — great-full; happy I’m here and that Victor’s circumstances are not worse.

Occasionally I play squash with the prosecutor — a good squash player.

Prison was an awakening.

There were challenging moments, but I only have happy recollections about the passed.

The past is a dream, not a memory framing the present.

On his last night in prison, Victor purchased ice cream sandwiches for his 80 fellow inmates who threw him a “going away party”.

Victor asked whether they would miss him as he thought everyone had a good time during his stay.

“No, we hate you.”

They said they hated Victor because he had such a good time.

Victor just laughed — recognizing he was where he had always wanted to be.