A New Road Ahead

At first there is no road; it is only when one person begins it that others can see it. With time, our view of the road broadens.
Chinese Proverb

Who knows what will intrigue, inspire, and challenge us along the way?

This story starts where all great stories begin, without and end. This is my story, but then again how much of my story is ultimately my own and how much of it is a deep, intricate part of you? Only the story, not I can tell…

This is not the kind of tale you would expect, however life seldom resembles fiction, often imitates art and is a stranger to the kind of fiction we would like to, should have, had, have never been.

So, this is a story about the Mystery and how the chaos of it all is the order of the wonderful design of our journey we call life.

This is about a hero’s journey, a coward’s glory, a brave heart, how I was guided to guide, the temptations, the choices and the growing up. Ah, the innocence lost and found when everything and anything became possible.

This is a story about Creation and how it inspires the world. These are the lines, the pages, the thoughts; the energies that will do nothing more than promise you the environment of experiencing yourself as a Divine possibility. And in the end (which from the outset is not part of this or any other story) it is only about Love, trust, compassion and understanding prevailing.

If you can, read it without prejudice. After all judging the parts which this mirror may reflect would be like saying the glass is half-full or half-empty and it is my testimony that we are here to be all of who we are: Nothing less, so much more!

More about that later and less than before is where we meet. We meet in the only place we can meet ourselves, in the shadows: The darkest hour of our lives that cast the illusions of fear and separation upon us. As difficult as it may be, we must ultimately learn that it is still our shadows that if we care to look, always show us exactly where we are. Running away from that which is undeniably a part of us only gets us caught in our own ego’s clever dead-end -path that makes us mistakenly believe that we are running towards the sun, when in the universal cycle of life and death, the sun is always surrendering, to once more reflect upon the moon in the luminescent darkness of night.

Yet, this dark and sometimes scary and seemingly unkind place, I now know holds the treasures, the shining rocks that illuminates my soul and hopefully gives you the glimmer of hope that will carry you through your own story, your own dark night which will reveal your own Greatness.

Someone once said that by recognizing the Greatness in another is but a brief moment of remembering your own Divinity. Rumi, the great poet of ecstatic spiritual love echoes this when he contemplates: “By God, when you see yourself, you will become the idol of yourself”.

To continue.