It is said that in the beginning of time when chaos ruled the land, as vultures roamed the sky a lightening struck the hidden valley of death and formed the trident of eternal misery. Each tongue forged by forces of despair. The first – shame. Colored in neon green and baring the sign of limitless time. The second – guilt. Bathed in dark ruby red and followed by a drowning sensation of foul play. The last but not least – comparison. Yellow and intense, somewhat transparent, as if not even there. A silent killer baring the mark of sophistication and...

A mystic walks in circles. Their path is always curved. They almost never reach the extremes. They walk in the middle. Their words, their instructions, their description of life is a constant flow of change. What is true today will be replaced by the truth of tomorrow. For a mystic, the fact that today is summer doesn’t mean tomorrow it won’t rain. The logical mind will carry an umbrella; the mystic might choose to get wet. Religion is logical. Dos and do nots. Black or white. Follow these instructions and find yourself in heaven, follow the other preacher and you...

There has always been confusion around the spiritual, the religious and the mystical. Three currents flowing down the same river. Three rivers leading to the same ocean. The mind attempts to contradict, to evaluate one more than the other. Yet, if try to approach this inquiry with a non-judgmental perspective we’ll see that though paradoxical, all three compliment and somewhat depend on each other. The simplest approach would be to see all three as different styles of playing music. The spiritualist is a solo multi-instrumentalist. Someone who can masterfully play a few different instruments – a guitar, a flute and...

A mystic doesn't write accurately. Their facts might be completely off mark. To understand mystical writing, you need to understand that a mystic relates to their writing more as an interpretative art than anything else. When you look at the ‘Yellow Shirt' (Dora Maar) painting by Pablo Picasso, you know for certain that this woman he was painting, definitely did not look like that in real life. Her features are exaggerated, surreal, out of proportion. What you are looking at is Picasso's mind. His interpretation of that moment in time and his meeting with that fortunate soul. When admiring Dali's...

Enlightenment, Satori, Moksha, Nirvana... many names for the one non-describable state of reality. If there's one thing we consistently find across human history is humanity's attempt to transcend the mundane state of being. A desperate search for purpose and an undeniable sense of emptiness leading to the pursuit of happiness. I've been seeking after this illusive state of being for over twenty-five years now. Practicing literally every religion and spiritual tradition known (and unknown) to man. I've studied numerous scriptures, met more teachers and gurus than I can possibly count. I've been teaching non-dual consciousness for over ten years now,...