Since I was a very small child, I have been having spiritual experiences and submerging myself in cosmic consciousness. This set me apart and made me feel very lonely for a while. But, like Edgar Caycee, who made friends with fairies and other “elementals” because he too was lonely growing up on a farm, I made friends with “God.” God, Eternal Source Energy, or whatever you would like to call the Eternal Oneness of the Universe, became my closest companion.
Along with Source Energy, came the prophets, mystics, gurus, saints, angels, and other spiritual travelers on the path. I found these companions in books. As young as 12, I was sending away for books on Zen, Hinduism, and other philosophical and religious systems. These were my best friends and I communed with minds from centuries ago and today, from all over the world.
I looked and acted like any young girl and integrated well into the society of kids that didn’t think about the world of the spirit. Every once in a while, I’d find a child that wanted to stay up all night and talk about the deeper questions of life: Who are we, why are we, what is the meaning of it all? But those friends were very scarce. I still loved my “unawakened” friends because they were fun to be around.
As an adult, it is lonelier, in the sense that I am not in hot pursuit of all the goodies that people care so much about to fill up their lives. But it isn’t a sad loneliness. It is just a sense of isolation because most people are seriously involved in activities and ideas that do not lead to happiness or peace. I am not interested in what most people think of as the prizes of the “successful life.”
Because I am seriously devoted to the contemplative life, I arrange large blocks of time in which I can be alone. I crave the solitude that permits lengthy contemplation and visions. The wordless peace of meditation and inner quiet is my milieu, not the frantic unrest of endless pursuits, attention, and social media. I cannot buy into a life of soap operas and drama, constant acquisition, and restless escape. And therefore, like many spiritually-people now and in the past, I seek solitude, even though I enjoy a good party too.
Along with Source Energy, came the prophets, mystics, gurus, saints, angels, and other spiritual travelers on the path. I found these companions in books. As young as 12, I was sending away for books on Zen, Hinduism, and other philosophical and religious systems. These were my best friends and I communed with minds from centuries ago and today, from all over the world.
I looked and acted like any young girl and integrated well into the society of kids that didn’t think about the world of the spirit. Every once in a while, I’d find a child that wanted to stay up all night and talk about the deeper questions of life: Who are we, why are we, what is the meaning of it all? But those friends were very scarce. I still loved my “unawakened” friends because they were fun to be around.
As an adult, it is lonelier, in the sense that I am not in hot pursuit of all the goodies that people care so much about to fill up their lives. But it isn’t a sad loneliness. It is just a sense of isolation because most people are seriously involved in activities and ideas that do not lead to happiness or peace. I am not interested in what most people think of as the prizes of the “successful life.”
Because I am seriously devoted to the contemplative life, I arrange large blocks of time in which I can be alone. I crave the solitude that permits lengthy contemplation and visions. The wordless peace of meditation and inner quiet is my milieu, not the frantic unrest of endless pursuits, attention, and social media. I cannot buy into a life of soap operas and drama, constant acquisition, and restless escape. And therefore, like many spiritually-people now and in the past, I seek solitude, even though I enjoy a good party too.
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