Regardless of your current spiritual affiliation, or lack thereof, you are likely to agree that our world is in dire need of change. The world appears to be a mess right now, but it only appears to be so because we are beginning to see what has been there all along. What we are seeing are the remnants of a tired, faulty way of being: a way of looking that sees differences, a way of thinking that keeps us separate from each other, a way of being that divides, separates and withholds love.
I had just stepped into the bath, a daily ritual of sorts, or perhaps more of a treat; a hot bubble bath and a good book to read. I had patched up my crumbling copy of The Third Eye by Lobsang Rampa with a few strips of navy blue electrical tape and a strip of packing tape to hold it all together. With a little bit of tape to secure the loose page that slipped out when I opened the cover, it would be as good as new, I thought, glad to have hung on to this work.