https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A-KHrWdgAJU&t=78s
In Ottawa in 1968 as I sat at the back of a room filled with over 100 people listening to a woman speak on metaphysics a man seated on my right by the exit door when he felt my eye on him faded from view like a character in a transformer beam in the television show STAR TREK.
I thought, “Interesting.”
I kept my eye on that spot.
I saw him two more times before the break.
At that point I introduced myself to the woman who had been speaking.
“Wait here,” she said after I told her what I had seen.
She left the room to return a few seconds later with a photograph.
She said, “Is this the man?”
I said, “Yes.”
She said, “That is the caretaker. He died yesterday. Where you saw him was his favourite place to sit during our meetings. Would you like to speak to the group after the break?”
I spoke for about two hours.
When I finished everyone was excited.
I was invited to become a member.
For a year I studied metaphysics, saw auras, had out of body experiences and enjoyed a wonderful time.
I left when I realized all these things I was learning were getting in the way of trust.
Body builders may look impressive but actually are musclebound.
These exercises lead to impressive things. They also lead both to being spiritually musclebound and to spiritual pride.
I knew that is required is simply trust that if I needed these gifts they would manifest the moment I needed them.
Otherwise they are excess baggage.
As for meditation, I practice it when I must wait in a line up a store, a bank, whatever.
This world will not be saved by religion.
Nor will it be saved by politics.
The basic thing is not to be a coward.
More importantly, we must not be afraid to smile at strangers.
In a world where too many chicken out the few who do not are despised because mediocrity intuitively despises that which it knows is better than itself.
Not weaving our poetry out of the air is being a chicken shit poet.
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