<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0"><channel><title><![CDATA[NeilPerryGordon.com ]]></title><description><![CDATA[Neil Perry Gordon]]></description><link>https://www.neilperrygordon.com/author-blog</link><generator>RSS for Node</generator><lastBuildDate>Tue, 12 May 2026 20:44:06 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://www.neilperrygordon.com/blog-feed.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[Her Currency Is Love]]></title><description><![CDATA[A Mother’s Day Meditation on Strength, Loss, and the Abundance That Remains Some people move through life with such quiet devotion that the world almost misses the miracle. They do not arrive with thunder. They do not stand before crowds. They do not ask to be seen as prophets, warriors, or visionaries. They remain. And sometimes, remaining is the greatest spiritual act of all. This Mother’s Day, I find myself thinking about my mother not only as my mother but as the matriarch of our family....]]></description><link>https://www.neilperrygordon.com/post/her-currency-is-love</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a0049010cf45a42cca76387</guid><pubDate>Sun, 10 May 2026 09:04:59 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/4a7e6b_a615b3d484c74634b2aeaab9fb0b442a~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Neil Gordon</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[When Loss Becomes Art]]></title><description><![CDATA[Hamnet, Hamlet, and the loss of my son After watching Hamnet, I found myself thinking about Shakespeare, my son Sam, and the unbearable work of turning loss into art. Not the romantic version of that idea. Not the comforting notion that suffering somehow becomes beautiful if one is gifted enough to transform it. I do not believe that. The death of a child is not redeemed by art. It is not balanced by art. It is not justified because something meaningful may later come from it. There is no...]]></description><link>https://www.neilperrygordon.com/post/when-loss-becomes-art</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69f70fe5384eb6d61abadcb7</guid><pubDate>Sun, 03 May 2026 09:10:08 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/4a7e6b_aac8050fe65b432facb4cc1582479c6b~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_1000,h_965,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Neil Gordon</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Six Shocking Truths About the Battle of Attu]]></title><description><![CDATA[The Brutal Reality Behind America’s Most Overlooked WWII Conflict There are places in the world that don’t feel like they belong to us. Not because they’re distant. Because they resist memory. Attu is one of those places. Far out in the Aleutian chain—past where most maps stop being useful—there is an island of black rock, wind, and silence. In 1943, American soldiers stepped into freezing surf there and climbed into something far more dangerous than an enemy. They climbed into terrain that...]]></description><link>https://www.neilperrygordon.com/post/six-shocking-truths-about-the-battle-of-attu</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69ee492dcf2afc83b04edfe8</guid><pubDate>Sun, 26 Apr 2026 17:24:14 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/4a7e6b_5871452a4b0b46c2a77967549f0743c3~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_906,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Neil Gordon</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[What If the Brain Is Just the Receiver?]]></title><description><![CDATA[WHY THAT QUESTION CHANGES EVERYTHING There is a point—if you follow a thought far enough—where it stops feeling like speculation and starts feeling like recognition. Not belief.Not theory. Recognition. That’s where this began. Not as a spiritual exercise. Not as a rejection of science. Not as an attempt to rewrite anything sacred. But as a simple, uncomfortable question: What if consciousness doesn’t come from the body… but enters it? Sit with that for a second. Because if that’s true—even...]]></description><link>https://www.neilperrygordon.com/post/what-if-the-brain-is-just-the-receiver</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69e498ae8b434ed4ac306f52</guid><pubDate>Sun, 19 Apr 2026 09:09:46 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/4a7e6b_5678b2aa96f549cf986bd2e42a53b53b~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_898,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Neil Gordon</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[It's My Birthday, and I'll Write If I Want To ]]></title><description><![CDATA[68 Revolutions Around the Sun—and the Question of Legacy Yes, that’s me with my sister June, brother Craig, cousin Candy, and others. This past Friday, I turned 68—and with it came a question that feels more present now than ever: What, if anything, of a life endures? A friend of mine, Jaimen,  says it in a way I’ve come to love: this marks my 68th revolution around the sun. There is something about that image that feels far more meaningful to me than simply stating my age. It places a human...]]></description><link>https://www.neilperrygordon.com/post/it-s-my-birthday-and-i-ll-write-if-i-want-to</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69da5671f955c1c966262612</guid><pubDate>Sat, 11 Apr 2026 14:15:58 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/4a7e6b_40d25358ef614e889d88ce0409d6fc6d~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_1000,h_605,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Neil Gordon</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Seder Is Not a Meal]]></title><description><![CDATA[It’s a Survival Guide The Seder is not a meal. It is a rehearsal. It is a guide. It is the ancient, deliberate act of remembering how a people survived what should have erased them—and how they continue to survive still. We gather around the table not to commemorate a distant past, but to step into a pattern. A pattern forged in bondage, carried through wilderness, and written into the soul of a people who refused to disappear. Because the story of Passover is not simply that we were freed...]]></description><link>https://www.neilperrygordon.com/post/the-seder-is-not-a-meal</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69d2321ec53e2b8fe12159b4</guid><pubDate>Sun, 05 Apr 2026 10:05:02 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/4a7e6b_46621266a1c241399c6ccb678cc42ab8~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_900,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Neil Gordon</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[THE STORE]]></title><description><![CDATA[Where Work, Family, and Joy Were All The Same Thing GAYLIN’S - NANUET, NEW YORK There are moments that arrive quietly, disguised as something ordinary, and yet carry the full weight of a life behind them. Yesterday morning was one of those moments. I walked into Lowe’s to buy a Blackstone grill—the last piece I wanted for the home I call Colony House .  The old gas grill I dragged over was greasy, rusty, and decrepit. Something that belonged in the dump, not in my soon-to-be fabulous...]]></description><link>https://www.neilperrygordon.com/post/the-store</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69c9ac7a8bb7e54baa6ab5ad</guid><pubDate>Sun, 29 Mar 2026 23:00:52 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/4a7e6b_608813674453459d95b86737fb398ac4~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_792,h_672,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Neil Gordon</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[WELCOME TO COLONY HOUSE]]></title><description><![CDATA[My New Home There is a quiet kind of relief that comes when nothing has to be forced anymore. Not the kind of relief that arrives all at once, like a door thrown open. Something slower. Something that unfolds as you move through a room and realize—without quite knowing when it happened—that the tension you were carrying is no longer there. For years, my home held more than furniture. It held time. It held weight. It was a house built out of hope—shared with my son Sam and his wife, a place...]]></description><link>https://www.neilperrygordon.com/post/welcome-to-colony-house</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69bfd7e96e2d8139248f150a</guid><pubDate>Sun, 22 Mar 2026 12:01:47 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/4a7e6b_de57c52c71204018b8da806517a1b588~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_1000,h_968,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Neil Gordon</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[The House Where I Last Saw My Son Alive]]></title><description><![CDATA[Nine years in one home showed me how places carry the love and grief of our lives. Nine years ago, my son Sam, his wife Emily, and I bought a home together. It wasn’t simply a real estate decision. It was an act of hope. At the time, the reasons felt simple and practical, but looking back, they were really expressions of family. The house would give Sam and Emily a place to build their life together and, someday, raise children. They hadn’t yet begun that journey, but we all believed it was...]]></description><link>https://www.neilperrygordon.com/post/the-house-where-i-last-saw-my-son-alive</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69b67bc9169936410a57484e</guid><pubDate>Sun, 15 Mar 2026 09:33:08 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/4a7e6b_5b2f9ce4c834430da39ccc89c0560412~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Neil Gordon</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[If Bloodlines Have DNA, What Do Soul-lines Have?]]></title><description><![CDATA[The Soul Codex There’s a question that keeps rising—not from the intellect, but from that deeper knowing seated behind the eyes: If bloodlines have DNA… what does the Soul-line have? We know the language of DNA. It is the script of the flesh—spelling out the contours of our bodies and the echoes of our ancestral line. A curl of hair passed down from a great-grandmother, the timbre of a voice identical to an uncle long gone. These are the visible traces of inheritance, etched into the double...]]></description><link>https://www.neilperrygordon.com/post/if-bloodlines-have-dna-what-do-soul-lines-have</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69ac6284d66894c6d6f696a7</guid><pubDate>Sat, 07 Mar 2026 17:42:21 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/4a7e6b_5ab80ef099554d62a259874a965b5f3f~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_626,h_626,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Neil Gordon</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Industrial Civilization Required Bodies]]></title><description><![CDATA[The Coming Civilization May Require Consciousness We are told to worry. The headlines speak of falling birth rates, aging societies, economic contraction — a future that grows smaller with every generation. Experts warn of strain, imbalance, even collapse. The tone feels apocalyptic, as if humanity has reached a demographic edge from which there is no return. I understand that fear. I have felt it myself. And yet, when I step back from the noise, another possibility comes into view. What if...]]></description><link>https://www.neilperrygordon.com/post/industrial-civilization-required-bodies</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69a40db64882ec6a3ac6acc9</guid><pubDate>Sun, 01 Mar 2026 10:03:58 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/4a7e6b_50f29f25780d43599e3b50162bf324f2~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Neil Gordon</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Cost of Speaking ]]></title><description><![CDATA[And the Freedom That Followed There is a particular kind of pride that doesn’t arrive in applause. It arrives later. Quietly. After the noise. After the fallout. After you’ve sat alone long enough to ask yourself whether you would do it again. And the answer, when it finally comes, is simple. Yes. I am proud of what I wrote. Not because it was easy.Not because it was popular.And certainly not because it made my life more comfortable in the moment. I am proud because it was true. When I wrote...]]></description><link>https://www.neilperrygordon.com/post/the-cost-of-speaking</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6995b866efa15866f1ee927f</guid><pubDate>Wed, 18 Feb 2026 13:07:32 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/4a7e6b_4cb5c050f73144a5aa71bd06a0c61efd~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Neil Gordon</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Art That Asked Almost Nothing From Me]]></title><description><![CDATA[And Somehow Gave Me Everything Yes, that’s me, thirty years ago, searching. If I’m being honest, writing is not something I chose. It’s something I finally found. For more than forty years, I built a career in window coverings. It was good work. Honest work. Creative work. I found ways to express design, texture, balance, and beauty in spaces where people lived their lives. That work gave me stability. It gave me purpose. It gave me a very decent living. And I’m proud of it. But there was...]]></description><link>https://www.neilperrygordon.com/post/the-art-that-asked-almost-nothing-from-me</link><guid isPermaLink="false">698efe86fd7901dd725758e0</guid><pubDate>Fri, 13 Feb 2026 10:41:06 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/4a7e6b_1721db55ec03431f8906232c818a9a93~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Neil Gordon</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[88 REVOLUTIONS AROUND THE SUN]]></title><description><![CDATA[MY BIRTHDAY TOAST TO MOM MOM'S BIRTHDAY CELEBRATION Today, we celebrate a life that has touched the hearts of everyone here. Mom, when I think back to my formative years, one of the clearest lessons I was given—over and over—was to practice optimism. The power of positive thinking. The decision to look for light, even when the world is trying to dim it. For most of my life, I credited Dad with amplifying that lesson in me. And I still do. I’m grateful for it. I carry it with me every day. But...]]></description><link>https://www.neilperrygordon.com/post/88-revolutions-around-the-sun</link><guid isPermaLink="false">697ea2db6379b93199b39f2c</guid><pubDate>Sun, 01 Feb 2026 00:52:19 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/4a7e6b_624fec4e7150440c978e675afda732b0~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Neil Gordon</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[A MOSAIC DIGEST MAGAZINE PROFILE]]></title><description><![CDATA[Neil Perry Gordon Brings History and Metaphysics to Life Neil Perry Gordon is not just an author—he is an alchemist of words, a storyteller who weaves time, space, and the unseen into a literary tapestry both profound and deeply human. His mastery of historical fiction and metaphysical fantasy is nothing short of remarkable, bringing to readers not only entertainment but also insight into the mysteries that shape human existence. With over a dozen novels to his name, including the celebrated...]]></description><link>https://www.neilperrygordon.com/post/a-mosaic-digest-magazine-profile</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69709fa654e2da65624a1ff8</guid><pubDate>Wed, 21 Jan 2026 09:49:43 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/4a7e6b_30e759d2c1ec4a4dbc1a0e22edff6134~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_730,h_978,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Neil Gordon</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[January 27th Marks Five Years]]></title><description><![CDATA[Consciousness to Consciousness January 27th marks five years since Sam died. Five years on the calendar—and yet in the deeper register, the one I’ve come to trust more than dates, he is still thirty-two. So young. That age has become a kind of living image in me: undimmed, unweathered, held in the clear light of remembrance. But what I want to say today is not simply that I remember him. It’s that our connection does not begin in biology, and it does not end in death. Our connection begins...]]></description><link>https://www.neilperrygordon.com/post/january-27th-marks-five-years</link><guid isPermaLink="false">696f835e5c4545eab7d50a80</guid><pubDate>Tue, 20 Jan 2026 13:33:19 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/4a7e6b_becf8e2949784a3095089df136020fe0~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_515,h_489,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Neil Gordon</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Imagining Iran Unbound]]></title><description><![CDATA[The Unthinkable Becomes Possible Oppression turned into kindling. There are moments in history when imagination precedes reality—not as fantasy, but as rehearsal. To imagine an Iran released from the weight of the Islamic Republic and the strictures of Sharia law is not to deny its past, nor to erase its culture. It is to remember something older, deeper, and more enduring than the regime that currently governs it. Iran is not synonymous with its rulers. It never has been. What if the chants...]]></description><link>https://www.neilperrygordon.com/post/imagining-iran-unbound</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69698da1022bfc82f764c05a</guid><pubDate>Fri, 16 Jan 2026 01:03:32 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/4a7e6b_da373767fa104063a090a3f1137c927f~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Neil Gordon</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Consciousness Seeking Form]]></title><description><![CDATA[The Lemurians and Project Hail Mary THE LEMURIANS I closed the final page of Project Hail Mary  and, almost in the same breath, returned to The Lemurians: A New Testament for the Soul .  I’m not finished yet—but the ending is clearly in sight. The timing wasn’t planned. Still, it felt quietly meaningful. These are very different books, built through very different methods. They arise from separate imaginations, separate vocabularies, separate aims. And yet, encountering Andy Weir’s novel at...]]></description><link>https://www.neilperrygordon.com/post/consciousness-seeking-form</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6962210c41b846e43e7fdd44</guid><pubDate>Sat, 10 Jan 2026 09:56:37 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/4a7e6b_9cd0647d76384d09a3dfca3000bfe5f6~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_1000,h_950,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Neil Gordon</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[2026: My Year of Transformation]]></title><description><![CDATA[DECLARATION OF A NEW DIRECTION TURNAGAIN ARM - HOPE, ALASKA The past year has brought clarity—not the heavy kind that closes doors, but the clarifying kind that opens the right ones. The forces reshaping our world are no longer theoretical. They are present, active, and shaping the conditions in which we live and work. Yet seeing them clearly has not diminished my optimism—it has strengthened it. Awareness, after all, is the beginning of choice. Yes, unchecked greed, fraying global...]]></description><link>https://www.neilperrygordon.com/post/2026-my-year-of-transformation-1</link><guid isPermaLink="false">695a3ec17098baf60225f662</guid><pubDate>Sun, 04 Jan 2026 10:22:47 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/4a7e6b_5b1b39292f3c45ff97b870380d6bb8d1~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Neil Gordon</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Lemurians: A New Testament for the Soul]]></title><description><![CDATA[A Living, Serialized Novel The Lemurians: A New Testament for the Soul is not released all at once. It unfolds—chapter by chapter—in real time. This page serves as the home base for the novel: a place for new readers to begin and for returning readers to find the latest chapter drops as the story continues to unfold. At its heart, The Lemurians  is a work of metaphysical fiction that asks a radical question: What if humanity did not begin in ignorance—but in remembrance? What Is a Serialized...]]></description><link>https://www.neilperrygordon.com/post/the-lemurians-a-new-testament-for-the-soul</link><guid isPermaLink="false">695034f24e106942d11c1009</guid><pubDate>Sat, 27 Dec 2025 19:44:38 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/4a7e6b_6d080a160e194fb6ace49e0ba6856862~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_793,h_776,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Neil Gordon</dc:creator></item></channel></rss>