I guess my conscious journey began sometime during my rebellious teen years. It was a period of mutiny against the religion of my birth, my parents, the system, in short everything outside of me. Without really understanding or knowing, I reverted to a pagan belief of being one with the universe. It wasn’t something I consciously went after but something that sprung from the inside. On the outside, I lived a life of indiscipline. Back then, I used to write whenever I felt my emotions were going to burst out of me and when I look back, they were mostly to do with the elements, the mindscape and peace.
It’s almost half my life ago that this journey commenced and it’s been arduous, backsliding at times, hugely rewarding and intensely personal. I believe that we instinctively know the path and the method, if only we listen to the inner divine. I’ve been surprised a lot of times with coming across lines from various texts that indicate similar practices. It’s like learning to swim instinctively. I don’t claim to be a very disciplined or perfect seeker. I go through rebellion even today where I just stop doing the stuff that makes it worthwhile and get to the point where the misery is too much. And it goes on, the cycle of falling and getting up.
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