|Stephen Gaskin (February 16, 1935 - July 1, 2014) with his wfe, Ina May|
Although I was a lightweight when it came to psychedelics, the Collective Consciousness at that point in history was so energized that even I had a number of compelling out of body experiences, saw aura's, experienced powerful moments of synchronicity and telepathy and, ultimately, had an experience of Perfect Oneness that fulfilled my deepest aspirations and dispelled any fundamental fear about death -- all without drugs. (Although, admittedly, I also had some very wonderful moments while under --or perhaps, over --the influence of various medicinal herbs and compounds back in the day.)
Yet, as the years rolled on it became more and more obvious to me that spiritual practice wasn't about the Big Flash's and Psychic Powers. The Practice is about simply being Present, opening your heart and mind enough to engage life directly in a kind and helpful way. That calls for honesty and self-honesty, getting out your head enough to stay in touch with the feelings and vibes of a situation, hanging in there even when you or somebody else blows it.
It continues to be an exacting discipline.
|Stephen and a Caravan of Hippies toured the US in 1970|
I can't think of any better way to see it, say it -- and try to be it.
That's why I Sit most mornings, why I still recite the Bodhisattva Vows. Loving God and One Another (these are not two) is the only game in town. I can't think of anything better to do as I wend my way through the last lap of this most amazing run.
How about you? What are you up to these days?