25 August, 2014 - The non-gurus. They are my favourite people. The spiritual journey is full of people who think they know so much that they can know it for you. And as far as I am concerned, my it can only really be known to me. I have always been clear that I would keep away from these people, the all-knowing, the converting and the evangelising. And I read many books. At the beginning, not always with discernment. At least today, it s easier to intuitively know which ones I need to take time to read next. I can no longer remember how I came across Adyashanti. I know it is already at least 7 or 8 years ago. I read one book and his straightforward talk was immediately enchanting to me. Then, I read another, and another. I read most of the books he had published at the time. His words helped me find and well, create my own meditation practice. One that suits me and takes me to my it consistently, when I keep at it, and when I allow myself to move and evolve with what emerges each time. After Adyashanti, I remember moving to the works of John ODonoghue - yeah, I am an avid reader and eclectism can often define me. And I am quite clear that I need wise words from others, on a daily basis. At the moment, I am reading Evil Cradling, Brian Keenans account of being a hostage in Lebanon for nearly four and a half years. And his words have this ability to open my heart in ways I cannot explain. They shine light on aspects of me I did not know or had forgotten. So, yeah, I like to find company - and mirrors - in the words of the non-gurus, of the non-teachers. I like to sip the wisdom from wise men and women, whose intention is only to share in the spirit of service - and not that of egoic leadership or financial power... And Adyashanti is one of those people, for me. I had looked at doing a weeks retreat with him this summer and things just did not work out, so that I would. So, I thought, oh well, maybe its for next year then. Thats when I saw that he was doing an evening talk in London. So, last night, I went. And it was so good to taste his words live. Unrehearsed. In the moment. And within a few minutes, I remembered why I liked his words so much. I was suddenly Alice again, fallen into the jar of her favourite, spiritual sweeties. Those you savour and gather, for later... The non-gurus.
Posted on: Mon, 25 Aug 2014 11:42:23 +0000
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