I originally came to the spiritual worlds with the goal to transcend my weak body and difficult mind. I wanted to find what I coined “The Great Truth.” Instead, I ended up undergoing a process of naming and embodying my soul.
In my spiritual studies, I learned a lot about yoga philosophy, Buddhist philosophy, and later, Ayurvedic philosophy. I studied dozens of healing techniques, spiritual practices, meditation practices and techniques. I read many of the great spiritual texts.
But today, I find I know less than ever about God, Source, the Universe, or the larger meaning of life and death than I did when I first started.
To my judgmental ego, it looks like I failed in my quest for peace through knowledge. But at a depth that matters more than the ego’s measure of success, I have surrendered to a kind of tranquility in not knowing. I have discovered the deepest source of healing and the most unshakable kind of peace through learning to dialogue and commune with my soul.
My soul speaks truth, my body speaks truth, my emotions speak truth, and while sometimes it’s a bitter and painful truth, there is wisdom, intelligence, compassion and kindness behind their words, in whatever form they come.