My early to mid-childhood was marked by extended sojourns in the astral realm, walking through walls, flying through space, and long discussions with floating beings that glowed. For as long as I can remember, I have maintained an intimate relationship with an inner world whose patterns and directives I am obliged to follow. This realm is where all of my ideas and creative impulses come from. It is also where my true self resides.

The spiritual quest is a badly misunderstood one. Most people mistake the finger pointing to the moon for the moon itself; that seems to be the natural condition. This fundamental bit of ignorance is the root cause of all the darkness and shadow one finds in spiritual schools and traditions. It is a source of profound agony as spiritual seekers place their trust in faulty ideas and individuals, many sustaining lasting wounds as a result.