I had about eight different spiritual masters.
Anugraha, Laxman, Samdharshi, Osho, Eckhart Tolle, Adya, Taro, and Durga...
Some taught me the basics, and some taught me the details of nothingness.
Some taught me to have amazing experiences and some taught me the basic ordinariness of it all.
Some where spiritual babysitters, and some were precise masters opening up a whole new universe for me.
I must have encountered over the years, perhaps forty different teachers in total. Each one had massive personal issues and shadows. And each one embraced such totally on a certain level. No one was without flaw. Only the image was without flaw. In the deep of it, all had realized that essential awakening. In the deep of it, all had transcended the mud that surrounds the jewel in the heart of the lotus. I remember one teacher saying that if you want a perfect teacher or master, find a dead one, because if he's alive, he's going to be human and real.
I want to thank you for hearing this. It's not easy to hear, that perfection does not exist, despite everything being perfect. It's not easy to hear that TRUTH is not the image that it is sold to be.
Imagine you erase everything, and start fresh in life. Imagine there's no past reference point whatsoever. Imagine that every detail of everything is new.
There is no drug that can give this to you permanently. There is no Shaman that can pull this out of you. There is no master that can shock you into realization. The nature of freedom reveals itself when ready to reveal itself. Nothing that you do or push for can speed that up.
I pushed for eleven years, with drugs, gurus, technique, therapy and intensive meditation and shadow work. When the first spark met to the final realization, nirvana came to rest... in the deep heart. But only because that's where it always had been.
🙏 Om shanti