Male

63

I began my spiritual journey back in 1963. I got out of High School, and after a brief detour in the Navy, (30 days,) I moved to San Francisco, and into another reality. It was called Haight/Ashbury. A friend of my brothers was a Beatnik Poet from Boston who loved Jack Kerouac, Alan Watts, Swami Muktananda, and Zen Buddhism. I grew my hair long, wore beads, and in the next few years, I was introduced to Yoga, Red Mountain Burgundy ($1.29 per gallon,) SEX, and some of natures finer herbs.

After many years of spiritual wandering, I think that I have found my spiritual path. It's primarily Taoism and I Ching, with a strong connection to Yoga, and Yogananda.

I believe that the world is real, at least real enough. Physics has it's place, and if you stub your toe, it's going to hurt. But I believe that the world, this reality, is a lot more flexible and malleable then it appears on the surface. I believe that this reality is part of a much larger realm, and our actions here have consequences both in this world, and in the larger. I believe we come into this world to go to school, and a very tough school indeed. Just by virtue of choosing to be born a human, we deserve great praise and support. We are all given lessons, which will help each of us, to grow into who we are supposed to be. As we move through this world, making choices, our guides and masters watch us very carefully, keeping us on our path, and moving us along through our lesson plans. Our connection, lies in the knowledge that besides our individual plans, the universe has a plan for all of mankind, to move it towards maturity, and a greater destiny. So sometimes when we are guided to act, it is for our own path. And sometimes, we are guided to aid others, so that mankind can grow, can heal, and prosper.

Being human can be tough, but when we are following our Tao, our path, there is magic everywhere. Life becomes a dance; each second is filled with love and beauty, and each second lasts forever.

The Universe led me here, and I'm starting to feel at home. Perhaps, for a time, our paths can join, and we can walk together, hand in hand. Good Journeys, Wayfarer1