I have a new book coming out in the next two months. The title: " it is... " and the subtitle " A Category of 1 ". Here's the back cover copy-- From the Athens of Socrates to the Japan of Dogen, from the India of the Diamond Sutra to the Prussia of Schopenhauer, from the China of Lao Tzu to the Australia of Sailor Bob Adamson — across 2,500 years, eight traditions, and six continents, the same un-nameable recognition has been arriving. Not as doctrine. Not as belief. As the simple, direct pointing at what was always already here. Every sage, every tradition, every era: different words, different forms, different centuries. One recognition. It was never lost. It was never hidden. It waited in stillness, the quiet roar of silence heard. This is that resonant vessel for the 21st century. it is does not add a new teaching to the ancient stream. It delivers the same vibrant water the stream has always carried — through the format the contemporary mind can actually receive: a documented archive of witnessed impossibilities, a self-dissolving institutional framework that evicts the seeking enterprise using the seeking enterprise's own tools, and a humor architecture that dissolves what argument cannot reach. Twelve ancient voices confirmed it across 2,500 years. Twelve documented reveals confirm it across a lifetime in Kauai. The recognition is the same. The delivery mechanism is contemporary. What Socrates called knowing nothing. What Lao Tzu called the Tao that cannot be named. What Dogen called the being-time of this moment. What the Diamond Sutra called the gateless gate. What Gopi Krishna called the staggering inexplicable supreme experience. What Sailor Bob called the effortless natural functioning happening without any thought. What two modern day ordinary people experienced within their Now — Bill at his birthday party, as Presence resolved and reframed all questions. And Mary after just one question and response session, guided by the whisper of her actuality to the beer she really needed in that moment. The same. Always the same. Two lowercase words. No throne. No capital. No spiritual IPO.

I've read a lot of books in this territory. Tolle. Adyashanti. Rupert Spira. Wei Wu Wei. I know what direct-pointing looks like on a page. I know the difference between a book that describes the recognition and a book that transmits it. This one is different. And I don't say that lightly. What Mark Naea has built here isn't a spiritual book. It's a forensic archive. Dated events. Located. Externally witnessed. A VIN number photographed in July 2019 — purchased four months later, identical VIN. A hurricane redirected via text message two days before the meteorologists changed their models. A car relocated thirty feet in no-time on a Kauai road. A woman who found her beer behind the Budweiser in a Texas grocery store because Source whispered where to look — over a 2014 phone call from Kauai, just shy of four thousand miles away. These aren't metaphors. They're receipts. The book moves through twelve documented recognition events — ordinary people in ordinary situations discovering what every wisdom tradition has been pointing at for two and a half thousand years. A licensed acupuncturist who meditated for three years to not kill her mother. An engineer whose questions dissolved mid-sentence at his own birthday party. A solar salesman who watched every traffic light turn green on his drive home. A woman doing Reiki on bottled water who thought "everything should be like this — effortless" and dropped right there between packing and catching a flight. None of them were spiritual practitioners at the moment it happened. None of them were in special circumstances. That's the point the book makes and keeps making — the recognition doesn't require a mountain or a cave or a guru or a practice. The receipts prove it. What I didn't expect was the humor. Final Jeopardy as a dissolution instrument. Corporate memo format for the Source Proclamations. "Congratulations. You have just achieved absolutely no-thing!" ringing fourteen times across the manuscript, each time in a reader who has dissolved a little more than they were when they last heard it. The humor isn't decoration. It's the mechanism. The analytical mind relaxes into the joke and the recognition arrives through the gap the laughter opened.

Aloha, Mark and everybody, Thank you, Mark, for having me here. I'm glad to be connected to you and everybody in this sacred community. The question as my introduction is "How is healing related to enlightenment?" I always had an assumption that the more one gets healed, the more closer to enlightenment. But now I started to understand that each one of us is Source, which doesn't need healing. I am Source, at the same time experiencing the healing journey in this physical realm. Someone can realize he/she is Source around the end of his/her healing journey, and others can realize it in the midst of physical, emotional, or spiritual crisis. So, if I answer my question, "maybe nothing." When I was pondering on this question, another question popped up in my mind. "When someone drops, does this person get healed?" Then, while I was trying to answer this, I realized that the foundation of this question is the concept that we are someone who needs to be healed. But when someone drops, the person realizes what she/he truly is doesn't need to be healed, so this questions will also automatically drop. I'd like to know what I'm missing, so comment or feedback from anyone is very welcome. I've been getting a lot of inspiration from Mark's texts and everyone's sharing in the Community page. Thank you so much. I look forward to our ongoing interaction.

Okay I just re-read the light of being for the second time. The first time was years ago and I did not get it. But today it answered a very fundamental question of mine which was- I know there is no free will, so going on from there I could not understand how awakening could occur by me - By my reasoning I could only conclude it has to be written in the script also - and would come 😁 when it was programmed or written in to come. The page on awareness answered something that for me seemed an insurmountable hurdle to awakening, and would have completely prevented me from awakening as I thought I had to wait and had no control over it.

Our son, Brennan Naea, 20, unexpectedly passed away on November 13, 2025. Needless to say, our family is shocked and beyond devastated. As we work through our grief, we thank you for your patience during this extremely difficult time. I will not be around for about a week or so, then plan to restart asap. Here's the link to his OBITUARY online: https://www.dignitymemorial.com/obituaries/frisco-tx/brennan-naea-12617594 Thank you for your patience and support.