The Razor’s Edge
1973 – Las Cruces, NMI sat in the car completely calm, motionless, totally unaware of my body, as the experience came over me. My mind tried to grasp the gestalt
back to my nature
It’s been over 7 months since my last post and any formal teaching. I couldn’t have imagined that my hives could get any worse but they did and I had
trust in a divine plan
“What’s wrong?” my wife Rita asks as i realized that i couldn’t quite hide my angst and frustration from her for very long. i’ve been quiet, all day, moving about
Nights are my new days
Each night while i sleep there seems to be a part of my soul that wakes up, shaves and showers, gets dressed and ready for work; the night shift…a process
let thy will be done the ultimate surrender
The most beautiful words with their magnificent meanings and melodies are yet still words and concepts and thereby fall short of the reality of how we get to know ourselves.
out of my cocoon
Over a year ago, after i completed my last class i decided to take a break from speaking and sharing as i felt that my newborn awakening, at the time,
holding my true self
Sitting here blissfully enjoying the early morning sun which seems so natural and yet just 9 hours ago i was in extreme discomfort. I was nudged awake in the middle
breaking-through into bliss
My first awakening experience was filled with grace, most unexpectedly, and completely out of my control. Since then the tables have been shifted and i seemed to be doing all
only loving is left
Up until a few months ago my daily practice has been to wake up every morning and ask myself “what can i do today to further along my awakening? My
i thought…nothing is happening
It has been some time since my last post. The answer to that is very simple and i laugh so hard as the words roll off my lips, i thought…