July 24, 2010
R. and I attended a great workshop at church. It ran two hours yesterday evening and then all day today. Given by Gary Simmons and Rima Bonaria, it utilized the concept of quantum science to demonstrate how one can create wholeness and healing.
The two facilitators were open about incidents in their own lives and gave us many poignant examples to help us understand the concepts.
All this fits in perfectly with Eckhart Tolle’s works and Jane Roberts’ books on Seth who maintained first of all that we have the power to create our reality. From what has been discovered about the wave and the particle, it appears that physicists are now catching up with New Age/Ancient Wisdom philosophy. We have a workbook and 21 days to practice what we learned. (Click on above title.)
Thanks, Gary and Rima and Unity Church.
Saturday, July 24, 2010
Our Summer of 2010
What a great summer! We looked up from our busy-ness the other day and could hardly believe the end of the first week in July had arrived [This was written July 9, 2010]. A major reason the time has flown by is that we’ve had our six year-old ggrandson for the past six weeks (minus two weekends).
We had to return him to his parents this afternoon. )-: Sad for us, but happy for them.
Gosh, it’s quiet now! We’re used to having this energetic little person pop into our bedroom each morning to announce that he’s up and ready to use our bathroom and then ready for Pappy to start his “Batman” video!
Three weeks ago, we took him down to our local library for some Batman comics. We had called previously and were told they carried them in bound volumes on the shelves. Also, there were Batman videos. Libraries aren’t like they used to be! I remember when librarians looked with disdain upon Nancy Drew books, much less comic books. As a kid, I devoured comics whenever I could get my hands on them. My mother would take us to visit our cousins, and I would find their stack of comics and sit and read until I’d finished the complete pile.
Pappy read E. some comics each night before bedtime, and E. would watch two or three Batman videos in the morning before breakfast. Between E. and Pappy, they carefully measured out all the videos so that he’d see them all before he had to go home.
Some time ago, I’d gotten him started reading our large volume of combined “Dick and Jane” stories. Today, he actually went on his own to his bedroom to get the book before we took him home . He wanted to read some more out loud. By the time, we met his Mom, he had read ¾ of the book, so I feel confident about his reading ability when he enters 1st grade in August. He had learned a lot as well from his kindergarten school work.
A day or so after he first arrived, we opened our front door one morning to see a turtle right outside the door, looking as though he wanted in. I took Mr. T. out to the back yard where we now see him or her occasionally. (We have a certified official backyard habitat.) From that point on, E. wanted me to “google up” as many turtles and sea creatures as I could find on the internet. Oh, and that was the second turtle to whom we’ve provided accommodations. A couple of years ago we rescued one off the street, let him live in our back yard over the winter and then returned him to the woods in the spring. Hmmm…turtles and elephants are my token animals, so who knows what’s going on and who’s going to turn up next? (-:
Two days ago, we took E. to the beach at a local lake. While we were in the water, a very large turtle poked her head above water and watched us for while. E. would have paddled straight for shore, but I reassured him the turtle was more afraid of us, so we splashed and paddled until a dark and ominous cloud accompanied by a much cooler breeze appeared, and I decided we’d better call it a day for swimming.
The first two weeks in June we took E. down to the local park and pool for swimming lessons. He really loved that, especially since after the lesson, he could go over to play at the water park with the myriad shapes and sizes of water jets and then go with Pappy to get chocolate covered doughnuts with sprinkles. Hey, Pappy liked that, too!
In addition to going swimming several times (once at Jim’s pool over the 4th of July), we all, for the first time ever, rode the light rail coming back from downtown Austin. It’s an hour’s trip each way. We took the bus downtown since the light rail left our local station so early in the morning. (The first time, my husband drove us downtown, and he drove back while we rode the train.) E. loved riding the bus and the train, and we saw deer and wild turkeys along the route coming back both times we rode.
While downtown, “Extreme Pita” located right off 6th and Congress became our favorite place to lunch. E. could get pita with cheese which looked and tasted just like a cheese pizza, his favorite kind.
This last visit downtown, rain poured down on us as we left the restaurant. Luckily, we had taken two umbrellas which still weren’t enough. E. had his own, and Pappy and I had to share, resulting in our getting soaked by the time we walked several blocks to the train station. But, it was fun!
On the 4th, Jim sent some sparklers home with E., and we lit two per night for several nights. He talked about the sparklers with much anticipation during the day and mentioned how “exciting” they were.
In between all of this activity, he and I played numerous games of “Authors,” checkers, and Chinese checkers, as well as baseball outside and basketball inside. E. has learned the names of Longfellow, Thackeray, Hawthorne, Twain, Cooper, Tennyson, Alcott, Poe, Dickens, Shakespeare and others since we began playing “Authors.”
I found several great online children’ sites where he played games: Nick at Night Kids and PBS kids. Many of them teach as well as entertain.
On television, he watched PBS programs during the day, and I marveled at those imaginative people who have designed such creative ways to teach children. I never thought anyone could improve on the teaching methods of the early Sesame Street programs.
He rode his scooter, and whizzing down the hill now, he has really improved his balance since the last time he was here. The scooter will carry us, as well, so we just pull up the handle and ride it, especially if he is too tired to lug it up the hill on the way back.
He brought his Wii with him and we set it up in our den, so he bounced around a lot, “playing” football, throwing passes, managing interceptions and having a great time. Then, if he were particularly excited about a certain play, he’d come and have us watch while he hit the “replay” button.
Several times, we’d go out into the yard with his bat, and I’d pitch him balls. He would have stayed out for hours in the heat, so I had to limit how many balls I would pitch, and he was agreeable to that. After he hit them, he’d run and get the balls, which suited me fine!
He helped me pick patio and grape tomatoes from the vines and also helped scrub potatoes for potato salad to take to Jim’s.
E. is at the age where he makes “jokes” that really aren’t, but I guess that he has to go through this stage to get to where he makes connections that are actually funny. The latest thing now is telling one or the other of us that a spider is in the bathroom or his Mom is driving up, or whatever and then saying when we respond, “Gotcha!” So, we laughingly gave him back in kind.
This past six weeks, E. and Pappy became closer, and many times he wanted to do things with Pappy rather than me, which I think was good. He also wanted to do everything Pappy did, such as lying upside down on the inversion table each morning to improve the back (it also helps with the circulation). So, Ray slid the feet up on the table to fit a six year old and they both were upside down for several minutes each morning.
Over the past weeks, my husband has mentioned often how much joy E. gives us and also the possibility that E. may be the only grandson he will ever have, so he’s thankful we have him in our lives.
So now, as we return his little table and chair (where he sometimes sits to eat while watching his favorite tv show) up to his bedroom, as I return the rubber ducks to the bathroom closet (he’s abandoned these in favor of playing with a flexible power ranger in his bath), as I remove said power ranger hanging by the arm from the shower hose and stash it away with the ducks, as I contemplate with sadness throwing out the ducks and then realize how much I want to hang on to his baby and toddler-hood, as I return the myriad balls—nerf and others—to his closet, as I break the balloons (they’ll deflate by the time we next see him, anyway) he batted and kicked back and forth in the upstairs den, using them as soccer balls, as I return three of his “Hot Wheels”(a cherry red pickup, a blue stripped-down hotrod, and an orange racing car complete with stripe) to his room, as I empty out the remaining canned chicken and noodles which I “doctored” for his lunch yesterday with my homemade vegetable soup-- as I do all these things, I also realize how much he missed his parents and how happy he was to see them, and I’m very thankful that he has a great family life.
But, there was an inordinate amount of laughing and joking during the past six weeks, and we feel blessed to have had E. that long. We cemented even stronger, a loving and close relationship that we’ve enjoyed with him since the day he was born. Thanks, K. and B.
Love,
P.
We had to return him to his parents this afternoon. )-: Sad for us, but happy for them.
Gosh, it’s quiet now! We’re used to having this energetic little person pop into our bedroom each morning to announce that he’s up and ready to use our bathroom and then ready for Pappy to start his “Batman” video!
Three weeks ago, we took him down to our local library for some Batman comics. We had called previously and were told they carried them in bound volumes on the shelves. Also, there were Batman videos. Libraries aren’t like they used to be! I remember when librarians looked with disdain upon Nancy Drew books, much less comic books. As a kid, I devoured comics whenever I could get my hands on them. My mother would take us to visit our cousins, and I would find their stack of comics and sit and read until I’d finished the complete pile.
Pappy read E. some comics each night before bedtime, and E. would watch two or three Batman videos in the morning before breakfast. Between E. and Pappy, they carefully measured out all the videos so that he’d see them all before he had to go home.
Some time ago, I’d gotten him started reading our large volume of combined “Dick and Jane” stories. Today, he actually went on his own to his bedroom to get the book before we took him home . He wanted to read some more out loud. By the time, we met his Mom, he had read ¾ of the book, so I feel confident about his reading ability when he enters 1st grade in August. He had learned a lot as well from his kindergarten school work.
A day or so after he first arrived, we opened our front door one morning to see a turtle right outside the door, looking as though he wanted in. I took Mr. T. out to the back yard where we now see him or her occasionally. (We have a certified official backyard habitat.) From that point on, E. wanted me to “google up” as many turtles and sea creatures as I could find on the internet. Oh, and that was the second turtle to whom we’ve provided accommodations. A couple of years ago we rescued one off the street, let him live in our back yard over the winter and then returned him to the woods in the spring. Hmmm…turtles and elephants are my token animals, so who knows what’s going on and who’s going to turn up next? (-:
Two days ago, we took E. to the beach at a local lake. While we were in the water, a very large turtle poked her head above water and watched us for while. E. would have paddled straight for shore, but I reassured him the turtle was more afraid of us, so we splashed and paddled until a dark and ominous cloud accompanied by a much cooler breeze appeared, and I decided we’d better call it a day for swimming.
The first two weeks in June we took E. down to the local park and pool for swimming lessons. He really loved that, especially since after the lesson, he could go over to play at the water park with the myriad shapes and sizes of water jets and then go with Pappy to get chocolate covered doughnuts with sprinkles. Hey, Pappy liked that, too!
In addition to going swimming several times (once at Jim’s pool over the 4th of July), we all, for the first time ever, rode the light rail coming back from downtown Austin. It’s an hour’s trip each way. We took the bus downtown since the light rail left our local station so early in the morning. (The first time, my husband drove us downtown, and he drove back while we rode the train.) E. loved riding the bus and the train, and we saw deer and wild turkeys along the route coming back both times we rode.
While downtown, “Extreme Pita” located right off 6th and Congress became our favorite place to lunch. E. could get pita with cheese which looked and tasted just like a cheese pizza, his favorite kind.
This last visit downtown, rain poured down on us as we left the restaurant. Luckily, we had taken two umbrellas which still weren’t enough. E. had his own, and Pappy and I had to share, resulting in our getting soaked by the time we walked several blocks to the train station. But, it was fun!
On the 4th, Jim sent some sparklers home with E., and we lit two per night for several nights. He talked about the sparklers with much anticipation during the day and mentioned how “exciting” they were.
In between all of this activity, he and I played numerous games of “Authors,” checkers, and Chinese checkers, as well as baseball outside and basketball inside. E. has learned the names of Longfellow, Thackeray, Hawthorne, Twain, Cooper, Tennyson, Alcott, Poe, Dickens, Shakespeare and others since we began playing “Authors.”
I found several great online children’ sites where he played games: Nick at Night Kids and PBS kids. Many of them teach as well as entertain.
On television, he watched PBS programs during the day, and I marveled at those imaginative people who have designed such creative ways to teach children. I never thought anyone could improve on the teaching methods of the early Sesame Street programs.
He rode his scooter, and whizzing down the hill now, he has really improved his balance since the last time he was here. The scooter will carry us, as well, so we just pull up the handle and ride it, especially if he is too tired to lug it up the hill on the way back.
He brought his Wii with him and we set it up in our den, so he bounced around a lot, “playing” football, throwing passes, managing interceptions and having a great time. Then, if he were particularly excited about a certain play, he’d come and have us watch while he hit the “replay” button.
Several times, we’d go out into the yard with his bat, and I’d pitch him balls. He would have stayed out for hours in the heat, so I had to limit how many balls I would pitch, and he was agreeable to that. After he hit them, he’d run and get the balls, which suited me fine!
He helped me pick patio and grape tomatoes from the vines and also helped scrub potatoes for potato salad to take to Jim’s.
E. is at the age where he makes “jokes” that really aren’t, but I guess that he has to go through this stage to get to where he makes connections that are actually funny. The latest thing now is telling one or the other of us that a spider is in the bathroom or his Mom is driving up, or whatever and then saying when we respond, “Gotcha!” So, we laughingly gave him back in kind.
This past six weeks, E. and Pappy became closer, and many times he wanted to do things with Pappy rather than me, which I think was good. He also wanted to do everything Pappy did, such as lying upside down on the inversion table each morning to improve the back (it also helps with the circulation). So, Ray slid the feet up on the table to fit a six year old and they both were upside down for several minutes each morning.
Over the past weeks, my husband has mentioned often how much joy E. gives us and also the possibility that E. may be the only grandson he will ever have, so he’s thankful we have him in our lives.
So now, as we return his little table and chair (where he sometimes sits to eat while watching his favorite tv show) up to his bedroom, as I return the rubber ducks to the bathroom closet (he’s abandoned these in favor of playing with a flexible power ranger in his bath), as I remove said power ranger hanging by the arm from the shower hose and stash it away with the ducks, as I contemplate with sadness throwing out the ducks and then realize how much I want to hang on to his baby and toddler-hood, as I return the myriad balls—nerf and others—to his closet, as I break the balloons (they’ll deflate by the time we next see him, anyway) he batted and kicked back and forth in the upstairs den, using them as soccer balls, as I return three of his “Hot Wheels”(a cherry red pickup, a blue stripped-down hotrod, and an orange racing car complete with stripe) to his room, as I empty out the remaining canned chicken and noodles which I “doctored” for his lunch yesterday with my homemade vegetable soup-- as I do all these things, I also realize how much he missed his parents and how happy he was to see them, and I’m very thankful that he has a great family life.
But, there was an inordinate amount of laughing and joking during the past six weeks, and we feel blessed to have had E. that long. We cemented even stronger, a loving and close relationship that we’ve enjoyed with him since the day he was born. Thanks, K. and B.
Love,
P.
Friday, July 9, 2010
A Thoughtful Perspective by David Brooks
Hello,
My husband and I are daily computer-users, to check e-mail, do research, and to surf for fun. We are retired and have the luxury of extra time. And, we do believe the internet is a tremendous place to learn and to discover.
However, David Brooks believes that reading books can teach something that the internet can't. I believe he has an excellent point. Click on the title above for his article.
See Ya'
P.
My husband and I are daily computer-users, to check e-mail, do research, and to surf for fun. We are retired and have the luxury of extra time. And, we do believe the internet is a tremendous place to learn and to discover.
However, David Brooks believes that reading books can teach something that the internet can't. I believe he has an excellent point. Click on the title above for his article.
See Ya'
P.
Saturday, May 29, 2010
Eckhart Tolle, One of My Teachers
Hello,
I've written in previous postings about my spiritual journey into awareness, so it's probably "old hat" to most of you. I have also posted a version of my story on my other blog---www.meditationhealingcd.net. However, I want to add some other thoughts that have occurred to me, partly to introduce Eckhart Tolle's experience, which follows my account.
My beginning transformation into awareness/enlightenment (and I say "beginning" because I still have a long way to go) probably began much earlier than I now realize. Even though as a child I carried tremendous burdens of anxiety and fear, I still had great sympathy for people and animals who were suffering.
I had a narrower focus on what constituted suffering, though, for in my childish mind, those who suffered from lack of food and shelter were all I could imagine at the time. I never dreamed of the varying degrees of exquisite pain this world routinely bestows upon souls in physical form.
However, along the pathway of life, all these influences, feelings, experiences, and perceptions add up to form our very core.
Eckhart Tolle's experience follows:
Here is his story:
---------------------------------------------------------
From Eckhart Tolle's The Power of Now: A Guide to Spiritual Enlightenment, Author's Preface to the Paperback Edition, xiii
Introduction, 3 -- "The Origin of This Book"
I have little use for the past and rarely think about it; however, I would briefly like to tell you how I came to be a spiritual teacher and how this book came into existence.
Until my thirtieth year, I lived in a state of almost continuous anxiety interspersed with periods of suicidal depression. It feels now as if I am talking about some past lifetime or somebody else's life.
One night not long after my twenty-ninth birthday, I woke up in the early hours with a feeling of absolute dread. I had woken up with such a feeling many times before, but this time it was more intense than it had ever been. The silence of the night, the vague outlines of the furniture in the dark room, the distant noise of a passing train--everything felt so alien, so hostile, and so utterly meaningless that it created in me a deep loathing of the world. The most loathsome thing of all, however, was my own existence. What was the point in continuing to live with this burden of misery? Why carry on with this continuous struggle? I could feel that a deep longing for annihilation, for nonexistence, was now becoming much stronger than the instinctive desire to continue to live.
"I cannot live with myself any longer." This was the thought that kept repeting itself in my mind. Then suddenly I became aware of what a peculiar thought it was. "Am I one or two? If I cannot live with myself, there must be two of me: the 'I' and the 'self' that 'I' cannot live with." "Maybe," I thought, "only one of them is real."
I was so stunned by this strange realization that my mind stopped. I was fully conscious, but there were no more thoughts. Then I felt drawn into what seemed like a vortex of energy. It was a slow movement at first and then accelerated. I was gtripped by an intense fear and my body started to shake. I heard the words, "resist nothing," as if spoken inside my chest. I could feel myself being sucked into a void. It felt as if the void was inside myself rather than outside. Suddenly there was no more fear, and I let myself fall into that void. I have no recollection of what happened after that.
I was awakened by the chirping of a bird outside the window. I had never heard such a sound before. My eyes were still closed, and I saw the image of a precious diamond. Yes, if a diamond could make a sound, this is what it would be like. I opened my eyes. The first light of dawn was filtering through the curtains. Without any thought, I felt, I knew, that there is infinitely more to light than we realize. That soft luminosity filtering through the curtains was love itself. Tears came into my eyes. I got up and walked around the room. I recognized the room, and yet I knew that I had never truly seen it before. Everything was fresh and pristine, as if it had just come into existence. I picked up things, a pencil, an empty bottle, marveling at the beauty and aliveness of it all.
That day I walked around the city in utter amazement at the miracle of life on earth, as if I had just been born into this world.
For the next five months, I lived in a state of uninterrupted deep peace and bliss. After that, it diminished somewhat in intensity, or perhaps it just seemed to because it became my natural state. I could still function in the world, although I realized that nothing I ever did could possibly add anything to what I already had.
I knew, of course, that something profoundly significant had happened to me, but I didn't understand it at all. It wasn't until several years later, after I had read spiritual texts and spent time with spiritual teachers, that I realized that what everybody was looking for had already happened to me. I understood that the intense pressure of suffering that night must have forced my consciousness to withdraw from its identification with the unhappy and deeply fearful self, which is ultimately a fiction of the mind. This withdrawal must have been so complete that this false, suffering self immediately collapsed, just as if a plug had been pulled out of an inflatable toy. What was left then was my true nature as the ever-present I am: consciousness in its pure state prior to identification with form. Later I also learned to go into that inner timeless and deathless realm that I had originally perceived as a void and remain fully conscious. I dwelt in states of such indescribable bliss and sacredness that even the original experience I just described pales in comparision. A time came when, for a while, I was left with nothing on the physical plane. I had no relationships, no job, no home, no socially defined identity. I spent almost two years sitting on park benches in a state of the most intense joy.
But even the most beautiful experiences come and go. More fundamental, perhaps, than any experience is the undercurrent of peace that has never left me since then. Sometimes it is very strong, almost palpable, and others can feel it too. At other times, it is somewhere in the background, like a distant melody.
Later, people would occasionally come up to me and say: "I want what you have. Can you give it to me, or show me how to get it?" And I would say: "You have it already. You just can't feel it because your mind is making too much noise." That answer later grew into the book that you are holding in your hands.
Before I knew it, I had an external identity again. I had become a spiritual teacher
Eckhart Tolle
I've written in previous postings about my spiritual journey into awareness, so it's probably "old hat" to most of you. I have also posted a version of my story on my other blog---www.meditationhealingcd.net. However, I want to add some other thoughts that have occurred to me, partly to introduce Eckhart Tolle's experience, which follows my account.
My beginning transformation into awareness/enlightenment (and I say "beginning" because I still have a long way to go) probably began much earlier than I now realize. Even though as a child I carried tremendous burdens of anxiety and fear, I still had great sympathy for people and animals who were suffering.
I had a narrower focus on what constituted suffering, though, for in my childish mind, those who suffered from lack of food and shelter were all I could imagine at the time. I never dreamed of the varying degrees of exquisite pain this world routinely bestows upon souls in physical form.
However, along the pathway of life, all these influences, feelings, experiences, and perceptions add up to form our very core.
Eckhart Tolle's experience follows:
Here is his story:
---------------------------------------------------------
From Eckhart Tolle's The Power of Now: A Guide to Spiritual Enlightenment, Author's Preface to the Paperback Edition, xiii
Introduction, 3 -- "The Origin of This Book"
I have little use for the past and rarely think about it; however, I would briefly like to tell you how I came to be a spiritual teacher and how this book came into existence.
Until my thirtieth year, I lived in a state of almost continuous anxiety interspersed with periods of suicidal depression. It feels now as if I am talking about some past lifetime or somebody else's life.
One night not long after my twenty-ninth birthday, I woke up in the early hours with a feeling of absolute dread. I had woken up with such a feeling many times before, but this time it was more intense than it had ever been. The silence of the night, the vague outlines of the furniture in the dark room, the distant noise of a passing train--everything felt so alien, so hostile, and so utterly meaningless that it created in me a deep loathing of the world. The most loathsome thing of all, however, was my own existence. What was the point in continuing to live with this burden of misery? Why carry on with this continuous struggle? I could feel that a deep longing for annihilation, for nonexistence, was now becoming much stronger than the instinctive desire to continue to live.
"I cannot live with myself any longer." This was the thought that kept repeting itself in my mind. Then suddenly I became aware of what a peculiar thought it was. "Am I one or two? If I cannot live with myself, there must be two of me: the 'I' and the 'self' that 'I' cannot live with." "Maybe," I thought, "only one of them is real."
I was so stunned by this strange realization that my mind stopped. I was fully conscious, but there were no more thoughts. Then I felt drawn into what seemed like a vortex of energy. It was a slow movement at first and then accelerated. I was gtripped by an intense fear and my body started to shake. I heard the words, "resist nothing," as if spoken inside my chest. I could feel myself being sucked into a void. It felt as if the void was inside myself rather than outside. Suddenly there was no more fear, and I let myself fall into that void. I have no recollection of what happened after that.
I was awakened by the chirping of a bird outside the window. I had never heard such a sound before. My eyes were still closed, and I saw the image of a precious diamond. Yes, if a diamond could make a sound, this is what it would be like. I opened my eyes. The first light of dawn was filtering through the curtains. Without any thought, I felt, I knew, that there is infinitely more to light than we realize. That soft luminosity filtering through the curtains was love itself. Tears came into my eyes. I got up and walked around the room. I recognized the room, and yet I knew that I had never truly seen it before. Everything was fresh and pristine, as if it had just come into existence. I picked up things, a pencil, an empty bottle, marveling at the beauty and aliveness of it all.
That day I walked around the city in utter amazement at the miracle of life on earth, as if I had just been born into this world.
For the next five months, I lived in a state of uninterrupted deep peace and bliss. After that, it diminished somewhat in intensity, or perhaps it just seemed to because it became my natural state. I could still function in the world, although I realized that nothing I ever did could possibly add anything to what I already had.
I knew, of course, that something profoundly significant had happened to me, but I didn't understand it at all. It wasn't until several years later, after I had read spiritual texts and spent time with spiritual teachers, that I realized that what everybody was looking for had already happened to me. I understood that the intense pressure of suffering that night must have forced my consciousness to withdraw from its identification with the unhappy and deeply fearful self, which is ultimately a fiction of the mind. This withdrawal must have been so complete that this false, suffering self immediately collapsed, just as if a plug had been pulled out of an inflatable toy. What was left then was my true nature as the ever-present I am: consciousness in its pure state prior to identification with form. Later I also learned to go into that inner timeless and deathless realm that I had originally perceived as a void and remain fully conscious. I dwelt in states of such indescribable bliss and sacredness that even the original experience I just described pales in comparision. A time came when, for a while, I was left with nothing on the physical plane. I had no relationships, no job, no home, no socially defined identity. I spent almost two years sitting on park benches in a state of the most intense joy.
But even the most beautiful experiences come and go. More fundamental, perhaps, than any experience is the undercurrent of peace that has never left me since then. Sometimes it is very strong, almost palpable, and others can feel it too. At other times, it is somewhere in the background, like a distant melody.
Later, people would occasionally come up to me and say: "I want what you have. Can you give it to me, or show me how to get it?" And I would say: "You have it already. You just can't feel it because your mind is making too much noise." That answer later grew into the book that you are holding in your hands.
Before I knew it, I had an external identity again. I had become a spiritual teacher
Eckhart Tolle
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