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DEDICATION: This site is dedicated to my grandfather, George Adams 
                                           - another backwoods carpenter with a Radiant Heart.

Long ago, friends unsatisfied with society and its stone age religions asked me to use my background as a scientist, priest and atheist to help them develop a new worldview. They wanted to leave magic, miracles and superstition behind while rescuing insights from great teachers like Jesus, Buddha and Rumi. They wanted to know how all this fit in today's world - no longer a world of gods and goddesses, angels and demons, griffins and unicorns, but now a world of  stars and galaxies, computers and DNA. 

Sailing forbidden seas,  we embarked on a survey of the science of the last 500 years, since Columbus sailed. I had grown up in a world of science and technology since childhood, but most people today still do not know this world - yet. Thus our journey led to unexpected new places, and left many old places behind. 

Although technically atheists by the standards of society’s stone age religions, we recovered some of Jesus’ vision of a kingdom "not of this world,” departing from society with its religion of privilege, greed and racism, violence and militarism. Some of us even became seeds … and sowers. ...

Kind friends, this is that story I promised you so long ago.

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Here begins a journey - a passage  far, far beyond religion - across forbidden seas, 

           with a love song for a universe that could blot us out in a heartbeat, 

                          yet is overflowing with beauty and mysteries far beyond our meager ken -

From Stonehenge:

To Footprints on the Moon:

footprintsonthemoon

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Come, my friends,    …   ’Tis not too late to seek a newer world.
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Come, my friends,

’Tis not too late to seek a newer world.

Push off, and sitting well in order smite

The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds

To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths

Of all the western stars, until I die.

It may be that the gulfs will wash us down:

It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles,

And see the great Achilles, whom we knew.

Tho’ much is taken, much abides; and tho’

We are not now that strength which in old days

Moved earth and heaven; that which we are, we are;

One equal temper of heroic hearts,

Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will

To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.

          --  Tennyson


To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield. ...

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