Something's Important!!
Sometimes I remember. Thank god a teacher reminds me or those times would be rare. As it is, I barely can keep my perspective on what's important. There's a miracle happening here, right underfoot - the miracle of my life. No, not underfoot. It is much much closer than my feet. I am always thinking about all those things I want and forgetting about what I have. Thank you for reminding me, Maharaji. - Joel
Learning from Maharaji
Maybe you’ve heard people talk about Maharaji … maybe not. Maybe you heard his birth name, Prem Rawat. I like to talk about what I’m learning through his teachings because they bring me a valuable realization. On a social scale, any shift in action begins with a shift in people’s intention. A social shift in intention begins with a change in the direction of individuals. Maharaji teachings guide me to experiences that are very individual -- internal, private, even intimate. I realize who I am and what I’m holding.
The Thread of Life
25 years ago I was nearly killed in a car accident. “The worst accident in Miami Beach history”, a head-on with a car going 90 mph, 2 months in a coma, a brain infection and very high fever, 7 more months in a rehab hospital, my wife left me, my life started again from babyhood. It was a complete shift in life, a bit more than a common fenderbender.
Truthfully, I have never thought about the loss of what I had.
Two Directions
There are two directions that I can look in: outside and inside. And there's me standing in the middle. Outside is everything that's not me, everything I see: you and my home and this computer and everything on the evening news. I'm in the middle: my body and my thoughts, memories, emotions, hopes and fears inspirations desires and my whole shebang.
And then there's the area I learned about from my teacher: within me.
Out of the Woods
A couple weeks ago I wrote and posted a little fable, “Jake in the Woods”. This story is very important to me because it portrays the experience I have living in this world. Jake is searching for the way home and has lost his sense of direction. His orientation is coming from a hint of light, an unknown source far in the distance. That glowing light stands out boldly because of its contrast with the dark woods. Even though it is faint and difficult to follow, it is the only guidance he has and he decides to accept it.
