Joel Metzger's blog

Something's Important!!

Sat, 12 Jul 2008 22:38:17 -0700

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

Sun, 25 May 2008 06:00:05 -0700

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

Tue, 13 May 2008 08:17:07 -0700

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

Sat, 10 May 2008 07:49:24 -0700

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

Mon, 28 Apr 2008 07:55:19 -0700

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.

Online Noetic Network

Wed, 23 Apr 2008 07:57:14 -0700

It is easy for me to write my thoughts when the writing is informal and first-person. All I need do is know my own experience. So this blog is perfect for the writing style that comes easiest to me.

I developed this ease when I ran Online Noetic Network because I often wrote the articles published by ONN. Are you aware of this network?

Jake in the Woods

Fri, 18 Apr 2008 07:16:24 -0700

Jake was terribly lost in the woods. This was strange because he loved these woods and hiked them often. He spent hours among the trees and knew every trail and hill, every boulder and brook, every old tree and giant rock. Most afternoons he walked out of his cabin, went right into the trees, turned and wandered, and again came to a familiar spot long before dusk. These were woods he knew well.

Undebatable!

Mon, 14 Apr 2008 17:58:56 -0700

Sometimes it becomes very obvious to me that our problems (mine included!) are manufactured. Almost randomly, I occupy my thoughts with concerns that quickly become weighty and ugly. I dwell on the shadows and I make little specks into seemingly indelible stains.

Learning from Maharaji

Thu, 10 Apr 2008 07:51:30 -0700

I know what I like,
I know where I want to go,
I know how I need to grow,
I know what's best ...

Well, sort of. That is, I think I know -- but that kind of knowing ain't everything. I really want to see and feel all of this, not only think about it. Just like my feet on the ground, I don't want to just think about moving, but really be firmly rooted in the reality of motion. Thinking and feeling are as different as night and day. I can easily think up anything I want, but I am still left wanting.