Allow for the possibility that you might still struggle after awakening. That you might have to process difficult emotions and feelings and adapt to a new kind of lived experience.
Allow for the possibility that you might still struggle after awakening. That you might have to process difficult emotions and feelings and adapt to a new kind of lived experience.
Satsang (‘sat’ = Truth, reality; ‘sangha’ = community, coming together) is the context in which the exploration and recognition of our true nature can take place. You’re invited to join me on Saturdays for weekly Satsang meetings on Zoom. Together we’ll explore the true nature of reality, the ‘world’ and Self. All information including the…
Creativity is the mirror of the spirit. Something from nothing. Endless spontaneous proliferation of forms from the unmanifest field of pure potentiality. To create is to participate in that miracle. As above so below.
One field of consciousness appearing as everything. As a seeker I was always sensitive to spiritual ‘presence’. I noticed it in groups of TM meditators, watching Maharishi Mahesh Yogi on videos, yagyas, and the darshan of sages I met, even in certain places such as Arunachala. The energy was there, call it what you will;…
Is there a way to find peace and freedom from affliction? Does truth have a bearing on this? Let’s see… Phenomena are spontaneously arising and naturally self-liberating. We have no control over said phenomena because we don’t exist as any kind of being that could exercise control. Therefore bringing clarity to the actual state of…
How much of our time do we spend bracing ourselves against the possibility of someone else’s reactivity? When we fear to break a rule or make a mistake, how often is that apprehension based on the anticipation of having to deal with someone’s anger, sadness, or disappointment? Bumping into people’s reactive emotions is unpleasant and…
Use your words, they say. But recently I saw a sunset that was so sublime words couldn’t even get near it. The subtlety of colour and form of the endlessly changing expressionist painting in the sky, the deftest touch, the impossibly tender sensibility of the creator. There’s really nothing I could say that could begin…