Consider something rather astonishing, old friend. What if you, who got angry this morning . . . the you who felt jealous last week . . . and the you who suddenly felt small beside someone more talented . . . were three different versions of you? Yet each one claimed to be you. How extraordinary. A single human being . . . inhabited by a whole cast of characters, each convinced it is the rightful owner of your life. And the strangest part? You rarely notice the moment when one character leaves, and another takes its place. Someone says the wrong word, and suddenly the angry self appears, wearing a familiar costume and reciting lines from long ago. A moment of rejection awakens the wounded self, carrying yesterday’s sorrows into today’s encounter. A shadow of uncertainty, and the fearful self begins rehearsing a tomorrow that has not yet arrived. And so, without realizing it, we spend much of our lives slipping into costumes we have worn a thousand times. We believe we a...
Consider something extraordinary, old friend. What if the greatest spiritual journey isn't becoming something more but remembering who you already are? To discover yourself. Two beautiful paths lead back to Being. The Direct Path . . . Simply Being. No chanting. No techniques. No striving. Just Being . . . Being Present. Just Being . . . Being Still. Just Being . . . Being Aware. Simply returning to Being… without trying to become anything more. And then there is the Indirect Path . . . the Journey Back to Being. We chant. We hum. We meditate. We practice self-remembering and self-inquiry. We explore yoga, qigong, and pranayama. A thousand and one practices . . . all pointing toward the same discovery. The Being we seek to become is already the Being we are. But somewhere along life's journey, we became so entangled in personality, conditioning, thoughts, and the endless drama of me that we forgot the silent Presence beneath it all. And so we practi...