Sharing the Ebullient Heart
The Beloved Sage
Student Narratives
A Letter from Beloved Mrs. Nicole Adams
Welcome to our hosted Tributes to my husband Sri Robert Adams.
Please enjoy the warmth of our festivities, and the lovingly united international events of our Robert Adams Infinity Institute for Compassionate Living in our Institutes honor to my husband. Together hand in hand, after meeting in University, we have traveled the world upon request from temples and our indian Inner Circle family with his message of his personal experience in our youth, prior to marrying and establishing our beautiful family. I have, and continue to officiate the Board of Directors of our Institute, a non- profit organization established by my husband, that continues to kindly distribute in charity to hundreds of souls as my husband intended for his personally copyright works. as in his wisdom, he never distributed his Discourses en masse to the public at large, carefully establishing his Institute for "the sincere aspirant". Here, we enjoy his favorite earthly joys, the beautiful blue ocean, his music, art and his favorite flowers shared with 'those called to truly take this path." My sole communications to dear souls occur in full validity solely on my husbands pure form representation, conveying his love. I thank you all for your continued support and love in spiritual unity.
In Sincere Blessings,
Mrs. Robert Adams
"Our Mission On This Earth Is To Be Of Service to Humanity."
Studentship (Actively Practicing Ethical Precepts of Non-Harm Ahimsa) and Friends Joyfully Share Personal Documented Narratives
“What is a Student of this path? One who is full of loving kindness. One who engages in these practices, these meditations every morning and evening, out of love. One who lives by the laws of Right Action, The Golden Rule. Who lives by Ahimsa. This is the beginning." Robert Adams
Documented Studentship and visitors share the practical, personal impact of the Light of the Message of beloved Robert Adams on their lives, in rare documented experiences. Robert Adams personal archives documented each student and Inner Circle, daily appointments and clarification on verification of many claims of 'studentship' in gentle explanation and love.
AND A CHILD SHALL LEAD THEM
"Many moments were transformed into a deep stillness that perfectly emitted the most needed message. I was actually present at this well known afternoon that made a profound impression on us all. It distinguished the Sages clear position on things important- because Robert, although very ‘cool’, in understanding of modern society- is substantial in the timeless spiritual ethics of behavior and common civility. This may not seem important, but it is essential in noticing that a teacher is, on the deepest level, in accordance with true spirituality.
I found that this is the same throughout the long lasting spiritual texts, regardless of the trends of the moment. Robert says "Your true spiritual stature is revealed by the words that come out of your mouth, your real thoughts, your actions to others. Everything else is dry head knowledge.”
Many, as I did, originally misunderstood this to mean being coolly passive in the face of suffering or borderline unfairness. After all, if we don’t reflect what we are claiming to follow, what use is it to us or anyone else when we are alone with ourselves, in pain, in need? Now more than ever, I hold this yardstick of his personal substance- adherence to always kind behavior, as the reveler of ‘stature’. Particularly now, for those of us in disbelief at the trend of ever new ‘satsang givers’ stating that though psychosis or depression illumination came, devoid of any spiritual training or sacrifice.
This is unheard of in India or any valid religion where deep transmutation of the heart is required. Robert simply observes that today, anyone practicing a little self inquiry establishes themselves as a teacher instead of knowing God. I really solidified cloudy generalizations of vague impersonalism and misunderstandings like these when you observe how the teacher draws solid boundaries as Robert displayed this one afternoon. We get the urgency to filter the gold from the dust.
After Robert Adams, it is very difficult to attend anything else other than his path. There is another aspect to introduce that afternoon. Robert himself quietly observed a mental mirage engulfing spiritual circles. Erudite pundits, saying “I am Consciousness”, yet “will not give someone a ride home from satsang’, open the door or give their seat to a woman, step up when a girl, innocent bystander, animal or child is being treated poorly.
Now Robert enlightened a lot of us who arrived from some pretty cold, unnurtured backgrounds, believing to be ‘detached’ or spiritual, above the rest of the world, when in actuality, deep psychological wounds and loneliness needed to be resolved. With this explanatory set in mind, it was the afternoon of a gathering, or ‘meeting’ as Robert called it. It was in his later years in Los Angeles. He spoke to a different audience from his former audiences of Indian teachers and families in temples, etc.
Here, in Hollywood, we were gathering and being seated. Almost all single adults well versed in what Robert explains as ‘seeking many teachers and groups, practices and retreats, yet never having a direct experience of God. Not choosing one path and taking it all the way to the end.” Many people recount this afternoon. This is what I observed.
Suddenly there was a hush. A feeling of something unusual occurring. The quiet talking had stopped, the seats had stopped being moved in rearrangement. Robert, who had never in several years said or done anything other than speak in a soft voice, encourage, comfort and soothe others, listening endlessly and patiently to their sorrows, life predicaments, and asking about the well being of their families, suddenly firmly said ‘No.’
I looked up to see him turn and smile at a young child with the deepest of tenderness as if his own, patting them on the shoulder and reassuring their scared expression. “Here. You sit here in the front where you like.” He looked at the man who had just scolded the confused child and told him to get up off of the chair and go away to give it to an adult, as if the mere presence of the child was a needless hindrance.
Then Robert did something even more defined. “The child was sitting there first. You sit in the back.” he said to the man who had scared /scolded the child, as we all watched wordlessly. In many many years that was the only time I observed Robert ever spoke such. Of course, it was barely above a whisper, but the definitiveness, boldness, and commitment to defending and protecting someone in an environment that had absolutely no ‘reward’ for doing so, no purpose or logical reason to stop the flow in the room, showed one thing. That which is lacking in grabbing the ‘icing off the cake’ of ancient spiritual teachings without diving into the true substance: self awareness.
There was simply nothing else to do. Since then I have really pondered my lessons and found much that Robert said that had simply gone in one ear and out the other because it did not fit in with my embarrassingly self centered concepts of what I thought the talks were, what true advaita was, and what I liked about it.
I am honest enough to say I am both embarrassed and humbled to see that many prefer to pass off ‘the kindness - selfless part” as irrelevant. In actuality, it is the core. For without that, everything is coming from selfish ego. And we fool ourselves into thinking that what our ego likes, the image of ‘being in this for years’, confidently discussing it with others, is ‘it’, rather than transforming and getting on with it. Robert made it fun without compromising anything.
Because of this, I would share with you a small section of the many, many, talks I read and re read in which Robert emphasizes this often neglected area. “This world is like the third grade. We are still learning not to hurt each other.
Most people who find a teaching like this, simply add it to their ego, their intellect. And their ego gets bigger than ever. Then they use these terms to hurt one another. They say, ‘It is my Self talking to you, not me. So be quiet!’ (laughter) ‘I am enlightened now. I don’t need to help anyone.’ This is the opposite of truth. The Jnani is the first one to get in there and help. The Jnani never says, it is your karma. He keeps quiet and asks how he can help. Do not pronounce yourself to anyone, do not discuss or debate. Simply become an living embodiment of loving kindness and you will effortlessly manifest your true nature. That is all you need to focus on.”
Before that afternoon, I felt it was not my place to step in and ‘do anything’ when I saw suffering occurring. Somehow, I had come to the conclusion that I was superior to this. What happened?
Last week I stepped in when the kids on my street were throwing rocks at a stray dog. Without exploding on the children I corrected them and I brought the stray home and he is sitting here looking at me. One week later. We are a family. Simple. Perhaps not as initially impressive as sitting in front of a crowd ‘giving satsang’ to all nodding in agreement, but somehow I dare to think Robert would approve.”
John Breyer
The First Visit
CHRISTMAS DISCOURSE
“I first attended a gathering with the rare teacher Robert Adams during the holiday season. The friend who had advised me to attend his talks was a credible and responsible sort, a World Religions professor who explained that Robert was not of the unanchored type. Not a rambling ‘awakening’ potpourri, but a solid sort, a family man, who relayed a practical yet ‘completely astounding’ conveyance of the human journey to the spiritual understanding and experience of our bliss nature. How could I refuse the invitation? Expecting the literary religions talk that we often attended at the state college, I put on a tie and slacks and was 'good to go'. I am sure my surprise was evident when we entered the audience to see a tall, clearly refined airy seeming man warmly smiling, wearing a tall red fur Santa Clause hat with a white fur ball on top, blowing bubbles!
I soon found that any mistaking this innocent humor for fools fodder would be a great mistake. It was the thoroughly healthy humor of those who know all too well the full gravity of the walk on this earth. He displayed no sense of investment in his own “I am the leader” personality quite common at such talks. Yet at the same time, there was an air of the deep timeless, of the multidimensional shaman awareness, that was intense.
We were deeply involved in the Vedanta Society at the time. The formality, structure and environment weeds out the off balanced anything -goes stratum. This achieved an open channel of spiritual force. I was surprised to find that this same sense of force was flooding from this teacher, from his very being without the outer environment.
One naturally pronamed in respect to him on entering, just from the presence of the sacred. We now continued attending for several years, occasionally still visiting the Vedanta Society out of the established bonding. Robert Adams eventually left for Sedona, where I attended once a month driving from LA. During this time I can safely say that my inner life underwent a complete metamorphosis. I realized that the previous format of attending many services and talks, discussing the precepts, had become an addiction of sorts, like Sunday church goers who are completely different people during the week.
The formal ritual of attending famed authors talks had done nothing for me in overcoming inner fears, annoyances, and eagerness for competition. Roberts ‘techniques’ did. His example of a deep, almost liquid tranquility, uncommon air, and practical soundness did. In reflecting on the most revealing moments 'of the heart' of this teacher during those years, I first encountered the pain of loss. The human self feels a sadness as in losing a dear one, yet just as my own aunt in childhood appeared to me smiling after ‘dying’, I know that this is of my human heart, rather than any finality of apparent outer absence. Because of this, it took me a few days to complete this small tribute to the heart of this teacher. Three instances now come to mind.
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Robert Adams unending patience, thoroughness, and precision in complete accordance with the school of Vedanta, but while respecting the unspoken religion of the questioner when answering hundreds of 'pop quiz' type questions. This went beyond the call of duty. He treated each questioner as if the world literally depended on them. Completely comprehending the answer. He insured that they would personally benefit from it. In attending philosophy and world religions conferences and authors interviews for documentary channels, I have never experienced any teacher go to this extent. Unless it was a personal crisis. At times I thought surely this must come to an end. This person is disrespecting him with such endless examination of the smallest subject. But Robert Adams appeared to change forms before us. From a liquid fount of pure wisdom, to a precise concrete ‘reading’ of the persons being, intent, perhaps their 'akashic records'. (cont. below)
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His answer was unexplainably addressed to them. Rather than the topic. For he saw that the subject was only a format for their deeper needs. So that he filled this with peace. No one left a question without a lifetime of 'food for thought'. Unobtrusively, with clearly sincere seekers, he took a particularly caring precision and interest. Never ceasing or cutting anyone off. Once I looked at him and was struck with the purity of it all. This was a truly selfless man. Who cared about others on the human level as God spoke through him. Similar to suddenly meeting a beautiful master child in a field of flowers. His heart revealed itself simply. At that moment.
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Robert did not mince his positions when speaking to anyone involved in drug or toxic substance abuse. Expecting a relaxed sense of observance rather than taking a stand, students were surprised. To one man he said, “Observe it all you want. But is this leading to stopping? You must surrender such things.” This freed many from the confusion of harmful self indulgence.
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He treated his little dog with the respect of a king. Much like the teacher Ramana Maharshi with his cow. The feeling was mutual. The confident little dog walked side by side with him, guarding him like a king. His long silky hair was kept at optimum care by his daughter. He actually exuded joy! Each morning and evening they walked together in a well- manicured park.
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As the years went by, dog grew older. And when the dog could not walk for long distances, Robert Ada,s actually carried him. Wrapped affectionately in his arms down the street and around the park on their usual route. Every morning and evening for his last few years. He walked with him for many blocks in his arms. The sight made me misty- eyed. The sage predicted publicly his dogs day of (natural) physical departure.
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A year before. He also stated that soon after he would leave his physical form, but would still be aware of each person, as he was in the form. Both events followed his predictions to the ‘t’.
All Good,
Harry Gold
On Spiritual Integrity, Honor and Correct Behavior
“Virtue Is It’s Own Reward”
Enjoy an interview with Robert Adams in The Mountain Path Magazine, per dated logged phone interview with Robert Adams. This article is unaffiliated and unassociated in its entirety with other parties, addresses or groups. For accurate information, origin and dates, see The Source of the Teaching: The Robert Adams Institute Data and Archives from the archived journal of Robert Adams, over 800 Dialogues, per extended article request
"What you do to anybody else, you are doing to yourself."
Robert Adams Speaks:
There is only one Self. What you feel toward somebody else, you are feeling toward yourself. What you do to anybody else you are doing to yourself. If you help somebody else, you are helping yourself, and if you hurt somebody else, you are hurting yourself...
But as long as you think you are doing something kind for somebody, then you want a reward, you want recognition. But when you know there is only one Self, you are automatically kind to everybody. Virtue is its own reward.
How To Live
"How to live? Live by The Golden Rule. Do to others what you would wish others to do to you. The Heart of God sees all."
Extended Topic Discourses: “The Three Virtues: Love, Compassion and Humility.” “There is Only One Heart” “Never forget the most important thing, love, compassion and humility.” Silence of the Heart:The Three Virtues
Hi there. I wanted to submit my time at the LA dialogues. I came to look forward to going very much. It was all new. I knew nothing like it. But I knew what I felt and I trusted it. 1. I thought, what a nice man. 2. He tells the truth. 3. He is above this world in a good way. 4. He makes obscure, intense foreign thought practical, thoughtful, and earth changing. And finally, he would and did give the shoes off his feet to a begger and held the stars and the sky in a heart full of goodness. Thnx.
Spiritual Teacher Robert Adams and the Inner Circle Candlelight Feasts
An original student shares her documented archived homecoming returning to over 20 beautiful years of attending the original Inner Circle Talks and Feasts in Los Angeles with Robert Adams
Read 'The Bridge to the Sage' Personal Narrative of Inner Circle Festivities
(Author originally published in the Infinity JOURNAL)
“Here the symphony of souls came alive, under the leader of souls. He was already manifesting brotherhood, harmony, and happiness everyday while we were still talking about it. We all craved it, but how to live in it consistently? This I wondered, most of all. Then, there was the kindness.”
This much requested documented narrative of the many Inner Circle students blessings during special events with the beloved Sage is included in his famed Discourses, original group, regular attendance at the Hollywood Bowl concerts, home feasts, family parties, birthdays, and personal healings narrated in The Golden Tribute video and print.
The Bridge to the Sage
(Above, the bridge that lead through the gated community to his private home below, second picture) Crossing over the pretty bridge in the fragrant garden themed, gated rustic private town home village where this saintly teacher, Robert Adams lived with his several generation family, the blossoms and foliage relaxed us. The beauty reflected the beauty of the Teacher. We were carrying flowers and English tea for his wife, our dear friend, as a reunion gift. The big day of returning to my teacher’s nectar of wisdom- our inner circle, had arrived. We were ecstatic with excitement. No spiritual teacher had come near Robert Adams sweet purity and spiritual hotline to bliss in all the years of my listening for one.
We arrived at the door at seven p.m., the familiar breezes of spicy tea, curried dinner, rose incense and sandalwood oil washed over us. I had attended the first early talks of Robert Adams when he wore his ‘signature’ white suits and shone with light. We brought flower garlands for this gentle speaker of innocent happiness who spoke of ‘omniscient love’ as the Ultimate Reality to our existence. There was no one like him anywhere to be found. I remembered when his children- now in private practice, were small and sat on his lap, and many noted public figures attended, all of us awed. There were the originators of the nations largest yoga communities.
I watched as they beseeched him to help them establish and lead their growing cults or communities, of which Robert stood out like a rose in the weeds. He offered them tea in humble grace to their surprise. He always laughed innocently in care, as if comforting those who could not see the way, uninterested in such things as taking over communities, and interestingly, the majority of them ended up in acrimonious unhappy communal woes and chaos, without a comprehension of the surrender of the human character to pure love. I would glance at him in the corner answering the questions of a priest and a university professor, all with equal grace and certainty of knowing their faces melting in surprise and touched with sincerity.
This opportunity to attend such a rare event is like bumping into unexpected treasure, and we all remained connected in this unity. I had continued to classify all aspects of my life by his teaching of ‘becoming more holy, not weird or self-absorbed.” since the first days. I appreciated that he never said anything ‘crazy’ impelled to dismantle traditional religion, very refreshing in California! Today marked my return to attend his incredible private home feasts with a few of my inner circle family, his family, and an occasional celebrity who like everyone else, had to have invitational reservations.
I also felt intellectually secure in that he was no ‘drop out do your own thing’ newly invented amoral- anything goes ‘guru’. He actually set many young people straight on going back to school, ceasing abusing substances, and generally cleaning up their act, in the tradition of a basic morality that had clearly missed their spiritual radar. “That is all self gratification of the human self, not the divine Self. It does not behoove you to do such things. They lower your consciousness. Instead, dive deep within to the bliss of God, and behave yourself. Live a beautiful life, a life full of loving kindness.”
It was this confirmation of accurate spirituality on a credible, substantial awareness that was timeless. It had always rung a bell of sane truth within me. This was the frame, the foundation to the instantaneous transformation of everyday consciousness. To that bliss he always invoked. This was welcomed in a culture of increasingly strangely aggressive characters of internal turmoil taking the reins of the American movement that he himself introduced. “Everyone wants to be teachers but who wants to know God? Who wants to serve God?” Robert Adams had published the first ‘now’ book, The Eternal Now, and had manifested the purity and innocence of eastern origins.
I had moved overseas, but I kept in weekly contact through scheduled phone appointments during his ‘phone hours’. I knew he kept a structured daily work week of exercise, phone appointments in his office, then out of state student’s appointments. His love of family life was sacred and separate from the strangers that he allowed into his talks, refusing no one. When I attended these events he was even known fondly in the local restaurants for his family nights out, registering with the maître d as “Mr. Famished.” causing laughter when they called out his name.
Though California established, he stood above the crowd in a sensibility of tradition. I never saw this teacher idle or in smug phrases without caring about others, lifting us all up in the deepest love in solid integrity. I, as others, had interviewed him once for a spiritual group and the transparent love was the predominant factor, much too innocent in origin to be compared with any other groups. It was like watching a ballet of sorts.
He serenely ‘flowed’ through the most difficult seeming of circumstances while being vigilantly alert with a deep sense of personal responsibility- much as a spiritual father patiently clarifying each word with such tender dedication, perceiving everything and everyone way beyond the physical into our true intent, karma and heart. But with the care of a concerned mentor. He showed how the teaching was not a ‘weird’ lifestyle but a solidly workable practice within the modern Los Angeles environment of a family, town home, park, pool, school, etc. Everything was touched with his magic.
When I later took walks in the park with him and his wife I was surprised to see him involved in regularly comforting many people that few knew about. An elderly widower lost in grief, a neighbor in chemotherapy, a local animal rescue group who he helped for many years. He actually took off his shoes and gave them to barefoot panhandlers patting them on the back. Never a mean word to say. “If you cannot say something nice keep silent. You have then blessed someone with your silence.” “The heart speaks kindness.”
I was here today because my dedication to weekly phone appointments had enabled me to remain in the original inner circle, those of us with him since the beginning, remaining invited to private close students events and feasts given by his family. This was generally symphonic evening candlelight suppers and discourse. Robert Adams had three major groups, the first two of several decades and then a brief several years in urban focused Los Angeles, which unfortunately has resulted in ‘students’ inaccurately emphasizing this as his primary group. It is heartbreaking to see those he patiently helped with horrendous ongoing personal problems and behaviors attempting to found careers on distributing self invented false personal interpretations of him. As our culture teaches, purity is jaded into representing their own era and experiences in a self idolatry rather than the clearing spiritual virtues of integrity and truth. I believe in my humble observance, that he saw all as they are inside, for lifetimes, and for this reason allowed his pure inner circle of gentle devotees of pure character to gather together only here.
He then left, after his time in LA, to spend time in Sedona at a groups ongoing request. There he was tour busses arrived daily to the then frail teacher residing in a beautiful mountaintop home with his wife and children, considered the crème de la crème of the philosophical and social community there, both much loved by the town, invited to many prominent local events and benefits, as I saw in the videos, waving like a kid in his red Mickey Mouse running cap, in his evening walks with his wife.
All of this made today so special to me. I had just relocated back into Los Angeles, teaching at college. I was now invited to the Inner Circle events, a sort of reunion for most of us originals. And what a time it was. Now looking back it seems magical in an ancient Knights of the Round Table sort of way! It very much resembled the good- natured higher wise ideals like the character in the old film with Vanessa Redgrave. And then there was his unearthly existence as if in an altruistically amused peace.
All real spiritual leaders shine in the most traditional of circumstances as a vessel of love. My teachers concern reminded me of when you care for your little kittens and puppies with all the love in your heart, teaching them how to find the peace he had. I did not realize how empty my life was until joining his family who he glowed around, lit up like a light bulb. Many of us watched little Laila grow up into a nun, artist and a beautiful spiritual teacher. I was also blessed to be invited to his children’s birthday parties that their father allowed no general students into other than Dr. Warner.
So on this base, I felt as if somehow the celestial gates had opened arriving at any inner circle event in the beautiful village complex. This was my life priority. Nothing came before that. I realized that now. I hope my maturity in thankfulness shines through this reflection realizing the rarity it was. Spirituality became very real, and everyone was their most exalted, best self-possible. It was real, mystical, altering and humbling in sincerity, but still indescribable.
As usual our teacher had on an all white kurta (Men’s Indian kurta shirt Hand embroidered Tunic Top Cotton) in the luxurious temple atmosphere of his womb- like home so filled with love. My seat had a calligraphy supper tag on it in the respectful formality of his traditional English wife, who was at the time a fairly well known designer with formal wear in Nordstrom, May Co., and others. We had always referred to her as golden heart because she had a heart of gold, welcoming any student in need and providing celebrations in their honor when they had no one. I was home. I began to remember.
Everywhere was shining Robert Adams and became a temple of such deep touching peace, unexplainable. This wisdom was acting on the virtues, an ability to see beyond words to the heart. The elegance was innate; grace was overflowing. Love was richly expansive. The evening began with what we called ‘hugs from heaven’. The women wore long beautiful eastern dresses in honor of the host in her tinkling bracelets and twinkly laugh. Everyone was greeted with such sincere care; we were arriving in a portal to honest love. I often wonder if anyone ever thanked them. It was not the way of spiritual gatherings. Most realize too late.
In my ‘spiritual me me me’ ignorance Robert speaks of, I honestly regret I never did. The evening passed like a warm balminess, we sat around the long glass supper table in the golden light of dozens of candles. Our hearts melting into one another, this spiritual ‘giant’ Robert Adams at the head of the table smiling at all, asking of our personal cares, ‘How is your dog?’ “Is your mother feeling better?” “How have you been feeling lately?”
It was after dinner that the symphony of souls came alive, under the light of the leader of souls. We all sat around Robert Adams on the beautiful Persian rug that covered the living room floor, each holding our china cups of Chai and little desert plates of! gulab& juman and Indian sweets. One of Robert Adams favorite bandara celebration Indian sweets, this is common in ashrams.
Robert glowed as if in his natural origin. He folded his hands in the golden light, sitting on the velvet chair his daughter gave him, smiling genuinely. In his practical vein of unique flair, this spiritual teacher had a celestial air about him, an unusual saintly way of gentleness, I believe some called him the St. Francis of the West, but was more than aware of the nature of humanity and our exile from the bliss and consciousness which he lived in. Because of this, each question and answer seemed to emerge from a completely different universe than the first, each student always generally floored by the exactness of the conveyance, with a heart opening that made it experiential rather than mental.
Usually teachers attempting this genre are extremely spacey, abdicating all self responsibility for our actions and failed relationships with wide berthed generalizations that are not spiritually valid, or they are steel cold ‘orbs’ as Robert Adams refers to the overly intellectualized running from tenderness, rife with parental rejection. I appreciated that he never supported the disease of carelessly stating that traditional religious practice is invalid such as the current epidemic of teachers claiming they are above practices and devotions but do nothing but talk and seek students, in a cycle of dissatisfaction. But here, our teacher was the supreme master of both the mental clarity and the tenderness that is required to really understand any impact of change in spiritual being-ness. He spent as much time listening to the live music, life updates on the well- being of the guests, comforting, as in his life altering discourse.
“The love we feel here, tonight, is the Truth of the universe. It is the love behind all things. It is Ultimate Reality.”
He paused, as each word somehow seemed to beat with a living heart. As usual the air seemed to heighten as if we were driving up a mountain. There was a new altitude. I almost wanted to pop my ears. In psychic esoteric schools, this is evidence of breaking though one stagnant state of perception into a higher one, usually through the help of a master who has access to that altitude. He continued. I changed positions, sipping the last sips of hot tea fragrant with cardamom and sweet cream. I was home again in higher truths.
An even sweeter warmth was filling the room as in the original days. Time seemed to stop. Because we had all met together through the years, keeping a family connection, there was complete unconditional support for one another. I appreciated the complete trust and comfort in our code of mutual respect. Everyone seemed at once ancient and modern, ‘yearning for freedom’ and safe in the feeling of his or her own original divinity, beyond anything that has ever happened, will happen or could happen.
“Your realization of this love is exemplified by your acting on it. Does it emanate from you? Do you love others? Do you feel compassion for one another’s suffering? Does love emanate from you? The supernal does not need to try to feel this love, for it is behind everything in this world. However, only those who have surrendered to the Will of the Supreme perceive it.”
“Robert, as an emergency room nurse I find that if I allow this love to flow through me for each patient, I feel crushed when they suffer or do not respond to treatment. Is it because I am not meditating on God as Ultimate Reality enough?”
“You are an asset to humanity. You are serving God all of the time. It is better to serve God as you do than to imagine that you are spiritual by doing nothing.” She was deeply moved. “When you let the Supreme through you, rather than limiting it to your humanhood, you expand it to the eternal connection. God gives you peace. You do everything you can to alleviate the suffering of others. Absolutely everything. And yet somehow, if your heart is pure, you find peace.
For you know that God is in control. Do not tell yourself that others suffering do not matter because God is in control. Not at all. Instead, raise yourself up. All the way up. Dive into God until you feel it. Allow this peace to guide you. As I have said, allow God to work through you.” He remained in this peace whether walking on the beach, listening to music at the Hollywood Bowl with his family every season in his love of music, or deeply and compassionately listening to others problems. It was all there.
I remember walking out to stand upon the little wooden bridge over the trickling brook leading to his front door for a moment in the evening moonlight as they opened the door to the night breeze and a rush of rose incense and wafts of his flower garden filled the air. The beautiful music trickled outside. I could hear Robert Adams and his wife laughing with some children there and as I peeked in, he got up to jokingly dance with two toddlers, holding hands in a circle as they beamed in delight. Everyone clapped and laughed. This was our inner circle.
I now see that he was first and foremost, a man of peace. A man of children and family. A man of gentle ways. Yet it was not due to an absence of a granite foundation and clarity. No matter how many intellectual theologians attempted to circle around words and ambiguous ‘everything is relative’ theories, he simply smiled and shook his head. “Quite the contrary. Eternal Truth, Ultimate All Pervading Reality, God, is Unchanging. The Laws of Correct Living do not change. The laws of karma do not change. God as the world is Reality. It is the sun behind the clouds that you wish to identify with, for this is Truth. The mind wishes to play games with words to rationalize the egos bad behavior. However, all true religions agree on the same principles. All spiritual giants say the same things. Cling to this and be Free. Be in peace.”
As I look back now in understanding of the beautiful subtleties of his manifestation, I see that the beauty, the warmth, the classy formalities in representing the highest of human presentations in humility, was reflecting the natural order of human beings- before they become lost in rebellion or depression, driven by resentments and ambitions, hardened hearts leading us astray into stormy seas. We so it all. We are soon crossing out the simple but only values of life. Kindness. Innocent laughter. A true friend there to help you who really cares. I got it.
“As you are unfolding spread sunshine to all you meet. In this way you are manifesting your true nature.” It was’t my going to local satang’s and talking for hours in spiritual conversations of many groups and ideas that amounted to anything of value, because when it all came down to it, what everyone wants is the craving of the soul, to connect with God in one another, in kindness. Being wanted, being ‘good’, for we are brothers and sisters. And yet we are One. Without that, all of the rest is just a search for the basics. But at the time, I was simply attending a rare evening of happiness where for a moment all was well with the world, and of course you think it will be there forever. “Everything is pre-ordained. Everything you do or say is seen by The Heart of God.”
Later I walked down to the pool to look up at the moon with some ladies and his selfless wife who put a silk shawl around my shoulders and had me laughing in girl giggles so hard that my serious persona melted away to my inner spiritual little girl “Take care of people and give and God will bless you.” Wow. Talk about throwing pearls to swine I don’t think I fully absorbed and applied the true answers to the basics until many years later.
The Pure Form Teaching
Robert Adams
That was the way it was, a slice of heaven for a time. But it is here all the time. We were all unconditionally embraced in the warmest of family love, service to all, deep profound leaving of this static physical realm to float in the higher awareness of a perfect love as his words permeated us, the candles flickered lighting up the sparkles on hanging Indian fabrics on the wall, little dogs sitting at attention on each side of Robert. Whether walking on the beach or being interviewed for magazines, he treated all with clear respect and dignity.
The questions of how to handle the route living outside of this that in comparison is so very lacking in fulfillment and joy, is now answered in clarity. We can create for ourselves what he taught us, and we ignite the most beautiful aspects of ‘the virtues’ by our own will if we rise above the “me, me, me, how can I feel good, how can I get a spiritual high?” into the sublime beauty that he lives in. We fell. We can rise. We can change anything in a moment.
“I call you to a higher vision. Stand tall. Raise yourself up. This earth is not your home. There is another world of love, beauty, and happiness. Which one will you identify with?” “This life is a dream. Yet it can be a joyful one.”
How do I preserve and remain in this little slice of heaven in that woodsy waterfall town home world of delight where I entered the magical kingdom of a king beyond all kings? I stop myself when I find myself looking at it from the perspective of a past experience, and I ask myself, as he said to, how have I changed from this? How am I manifesting it? Have I become a better person? I remember he and his daughter going to hospice and reading spiritual books to the patients two nights a week. I never had this with my father, but Robert Adams managed to be a true father selflessly to so many. How then, do I really thank him? How do I look back and see, yes, I did ‘unfold’, surely.
Am I more loving, patient, are my ‘bad habits disappearing?” Is ‘the peace lasting longer and longer?” I serve this sage through offering my services to his institute with love, telling the truth of how he changed so many with his kindness, where I feel him alive and well. I send him my gratitude everyday; I make sure that I am a ‘bright and shining’ kind, dutiful representative of one who listened to a true master, representing his gifts well. I make sure I am changing everyday, not remaining static in my wheel of repetitive habits waiting for time to forward my evolution. That was not what it was about.
If I missed that, I missed everything. “Are you really progressing? Be honest with yourself. ” I should have surrendered all of my anger by now, I should be doing silent little things for people nobody notices, the lady in the post office who is invisible, the couple down the street who walk so slowly and lonely around the block everyday with no sign of company. Serving God through them, living in my True Self. I need to increase my time devoted to compassionate inquiry, holy singing, reading the same discourse over and over and over until I change. These are the ways I keep it really alive- going beyond time and partings, honoring the living memories until everything is still and beautiful in the one time that is beyond time. Pure love. Because ‘true love never changes’.
Years later to our pain, in outer body he began to become ill and his doctor recommended a smaller town home in the same neighborhood for easier acclimation, his children and adopted nieces now in graduate school, so he simply moved across the street, across from the same park, where he faced a tropical landscape with a winding brook from his patio, continuing his dawn park walks for many years. I arrived several times for English tea and listened to his children play harp, some next door to care for him after graduate school and joining together for their candlelight suppers. This little jewel of light in a big city shone so very brightly, in love.
I recently drove past the town home gardens where we all gathered then, those of us originating from way back in college days when we sat at the feet of a younger man in white suits who seemed a puff of flower in his sweetness, shooting beams of happiness, then suddenly turned the room into what I call ‘the bliss factor’.
I noticed that his home and the neighboring one were now for sale. I could live next door to the Masters home and dwell in the love beyond all loves. But alas, an extra five hundred thousand dollars was not at my disposal, and so I moved into the kingdom where we all remain together. The kingdom of my heart. And there it will remain until we all meet again.
“There is no beginning. There is no end. There is only Infinity.” Jai Robert Jai Robert Adams for all you have given now and forever. Peace. Until we all meet again. Thank you from all of our hearts. “ I am aware of each one of you.”
Marla Connelly- Kaur Los Angeles California
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ROBERT ADAMS, HUMOR AND THE HEALERS
It was a Saturday morning. My days had mutated into a grayish blur of sameness. I halfheartedly attempted to redefine the low key monotony and the loneliness as ‘being in the silence’ but in reality I honestly had little happiness in my strict schedule. I sensed the value there, taking a ‘tragedy’ (a relative passed) and pulling it up into reading, practices and healthy vegetarian diet. But there is a slow silent seriousness that is not divine that grows and ferments like a mildew when we reduce our world to ourselves. Or to a few in only same type lives.
I had received permission to drop a present for Mrs. Adams at the door during the weekend, and leave. It was a special teacup set from the UK I picked up there, because her hospitable, warming and welcoming ‘tea parties’ were legendary. No one ever just had a bare bones appointment. We were treated like a long lost friend. Exotic Indian teas and refreshments instantly appeared. The light peeked out of the darkness for a moment then in my route ‘just the facts Ma'am’ uninteresting world.
I drove up to the home in the afternoon, hearing warm laughter, tinkling cooking, and the sounds of happiness inside. It reflected what I wanted to hear inside of my own life. Inside of my own being. I turned to quickly leave after leaving the pretty wrapped package on the steps. To my chagrin and unpreparedness, the door suddenly flung open! I instantly put my hands to my uncombed hair and stepped back in surprise. There stood Robert. But not just Robert. There was each and every trinket, hanging healing magnet, herb pocket, beads, pouch, copper healing bracelet, and well wishing healing implement that students had presented to him as gifts in Sunday gatherings. And he wore each and every one! Hanging from his neck in bunches over a crisp white shirt, and from his wrists. Clearly over two dozen.
In addition to this, he had a huge bright green smoothie in a tall clear glass in his hand. He peered at me over bright red glasses. He wore a bright red Mickey Mouse Designedly baseball cap. It was a kaleidoscope of color. Startlingly graceful, handsome, very dignified and so upright in his usual composed stillness, he smiled at me. ‘Good afternoon!”
“Oh Robert… I did not mean to disturb you. I brought the gift for her, here it is.”
I clumsily picked up the box and handed it to him, he was standing there radiating friendliness.
Looking closer, I saw tiny, penalized decorative straight pins and bead encrusted closed pins clinging to the magnets hanging around his neck. He acknowledged my surprise. “This is the healing magnet you gave me. Three other people gave me one. They said, ‘Robert, do you ever wear or use the things we give you? So I thought I would wear them. All at once. Today. For all of you.” I paused, then suddenly dropped my hands from my hair and laughed freely. Happily and openly. The dross disappeared from my mind like a moth flying away. I had forgotten the funny things of life. The freedom of sheer cleansing laughter. It has been so long. This too, this was a part of life. If we let it be.
His body had began to display illness some years before. It was a source of grief for his wife. He often made it humorous for her, never wanting her to feel grief. I realized that the decorative pins were a part of her design art compositions. He must have leaned on something where they were and the magnets picked it all up. He just drank his juice. Robert had become an embodiment of ‘good cheer’ for my day, for my mind. I had forgotten how wonderful laughter of this variety felt.
Now never again did Robert Adams appear wearing all of his ‘gifts’ at once, nor his bright red glasses with a red Disney baseball cap. To many this sounded incredulous as I shared this wonderful afternoon moment. I realized that this was not a commonality of the composed, royal princely graceful sage that defined and filled most of our lives once a week for two hours, but a once in a lifetime gift that permanently took a self inflicted weight off of my shoulders. And my life. When I take myself far, far, far too seriously in melancholy repose, I recollect this afternoon and its gift of the understanding teacher whom I suspect knew exactly what he was doing, when I would arrive, and what I needed, and I know, all is well. "All is Very Well indeed."
Margot Cooper
Robert Adams Institute International Yearly Tribute Weekends " You must acquire a sense of brotherhood with all." CARROT JUICE AND DELI DELIGHT My one moment of observing the Masters heart is sweet but reverberating in depth. Spending nine months in a Zendo had calmed the internal equilibrium, but the personal heart revealed that I needed more. I noticed the writings of Robert Adams because they spoke to me on a different level. No one else dared speak of the personal heart, of what occurs in precision after death, of serious illness, of service. These are rudimentary in thousand year old paths. They are non existent in American non dualism - invariably bows to the vacant eyed who avoid such areas.
I had received confirmation that a rare ‘lunch appointment’ was occasionally possible since this unusual teacher did not appear other than at satsangs. What a treat. The biggest treat was noting that while everyone was finished and waiting for him by the entrance I asked another guest what he was waiting for. “Every lunch date, no matter where or when, he orders a large vegetarian sandwich and a large carrot juice to go for his daughter. Every week. With every new guest. Then he returns and he brings it for her. Sometimes they share it together. He never omits this. We always wait.” I 'pondered' this. An ‘upper echelon’ guru of world standing who won’t eat a lunch out without bringing a gift for his daughter. I never experienced that in a Zendo. If there is a ‘heart of the teacher’ aha moment, this was it. Unexpected, touching and pure. Just like the Master himself.
Angel Villa
The Heart of the Teacher
"The sweetest fruit is rare and few, far to find." This favorite quote says it all.
Few People Are Aware....
Few people are aware that Robert was not a ‘full time’ teacher, (an 'alternative' figure of any sort) uninterested in the large masses of invitations that arrived daily from major spiritual organizations. From Teachers, celebrities and groups proposing ideas to join the American spiritual craze of becoming ‘big’. He spoke of this occasionally. “America thinks spirituality is three hundred dollar retreats. The Saints and sages are usually unknown, humbly going about their business. But they are in bliss. They are in God.”
He always smiled kindly reading requests for his presence daily all over the world. I know because I was there, assisting in opening mail for Robert and his assistant. In their presence, those requesting him, he often appeared as a lamb among wolves. Each debating, self conscious of their projection and impact on others, while Robert Adams, easily the most pleasant to gaze upon and sweetest to talk to, spent the time asking each one how they were doing personally, how were their wives or husbands, children and pets. Taken aback, they would tilt their head curiously, wondering why he cared, when this important opportunity was before him to acquire a following, increase prestige, and impress. But they were struck by the power of his Truth. The all pervading power of it. They were sincere in their attempt to grasp what our culture extols as success, the admiration of others. The question comes, if others who are in suffering are admiring you who are in suffering, who is stopping the suffering? The mirage of seeking what is not of substance fails to fill the heart.
Few people are aware of how extraordinarily self disciplined Robert Adams lived each day and action, cheerfully and without fanfare, without minimalizing others harmless fun and frolic. Robert Adams never asked anyone to stop having healthy innocent fun, in fact always said in his home, “have fun!”. However, this was of the variety of playing with animals, going to beautiful concerts, having large laughter filled parties with children or bandharas with his students. He corrected sour types who attempted to utilize teachings to ‘excuse bad behavior, gossip about others’ or generally blow the wind out of other peoples sails.
He ate formally three times a day at a formally set table, in a relaxed, very ordered manner, often with candlelight. He never slept past the rising of the sun, walking for miles and miles. He never asked anyone to be silent on the mundane level, rather to dive within to find the Silence of God on their own in their own choice. He never ate meat, never had meat, cigarettes or similar substances in his home. He got up and left films or concerts with ‘vile’ words, ideas or abuse, generally anything other than g rated. Yet never did he go out of his way to ‘brag’ lecture about this. “When you begin to find Truth, all of these things will fall away. They will have no attraction to you. If you wish to accelerate your progression, you may do this of your own free will. Now.”
Few people are aware that his precious wife has shared early times that Robert was an athletic type in early life, but not in the competitive sense. His outer form was a reflection of the Brahman class, devoid of brute aggression pride or ego, tall, refined, and in athlete build. He walked everywhere, swam for hours deep into the ocean, mountain climbed, spent large amounts of time in nature, and surrounded himself with flowers, gardens, and devoted himself to his children to an extraordinary degree, as that found and described in the ancient Vedas on householder life.
Few people are aware that Robert never held satsang that was completely devoted to ‘silence’ in which he never spoke a word. Many leaders who are unfamiliar with an extemporaneous flow of inner wisdom from upper realms, mistakenly refer to Robert Adams, to simply sit there in silence.
Few people are aware that Robert actually spoke aloud over five hundred completely extemporaneous Discourses, utilizing Silence as the conscious experience of those already elevated by his directive words, to ‘have a direct experience of God.” It was the love that astounded. The love that poured and poured. What is the Silence? Robert: "The Silence is Happiness. They are the same. The Silence is God. They are the same. The Silence is Presence. They are the same.”
Few people are aware that Robert listened extensively to music. His environments were saturated with joyful music. Chant played in his home throughout the day and night. He also played gospel and classical. Music played. Children laughed. He always went out of his way to make people happy. Never neutral. Never accepting grim surrender. Never encouraging us to thing we are nothing in the literal sense, but everything in the spiritual sense. Everything wonderful. "Are you Bright and Shining today? Are you feeling Bright and Shining?" He never sat ‘still’ while someone was suffering. He never remained ‘silent’ and looked at them. He always brought them up. Up to remembering. The ending to it all is happy. It is happy now, unchanging, eternal. waiting. His tenderness utilized simple humanity to express boundless infinity. The depth of his cavernous substance and character put pundits to shame.
He only welcomed them with love. All are welcome. Bask in the wellspring of return to holiness, love.
Few people are aware of the power of Robert Adams warm welcome. Of his unearthly presence. Of his transparency. When he says, “I welcome you with all my heart.” He means it. And what a heart. It is the heart everyone is looking to return to, ‘before the world got a hold of you’. It is the Reality of what our daily experience can be. If we choose. It is the unchanging eternal. Amelia and Beth
The Ancient Touchstones and Reference Points
"If you are a thief, you are attracted to thieves. If you are a saint, you are attracted to saints." Robert Adams
I have only one question and answer exchange. I noticed how anyone at all could enter the talks, anyone could volunteer to assist, tape or distribute in his later years when the body was ill. I was horrified to see those mere volunteers, strangers, even those he had never met later state themselves as teacher of his own teaching, charging to sit with them, literally stealing his works publicly. And, giving an entirely unrelated crude misrepresentation. In person and words. So contrary to Robert in every way... everything diametrically opposed to the book Silence of the Heart. Sadly using him to relate themselves with this peaceful sages name this must be distinguished for the pure seeking truth. So. I can only refer to that one asked question I asked of such things: “In this world there is darkness and light. The light is of God. A reflection of Truth. All else is mans own distortions. The darkness will always be threatened by the light, but the light will always prevail. Do not fool yourself for on this earth you are under the laws of karmic repercussion. Observe the Yamas and Niyamas of right behavior. Do unto others as you would have others do unto you. If you are a thief, you are attracted to thieves. If you are a saint, you are attracted to saints. Cling to goodness and you will be protected. That is the law of karma- How true now as then? Caroline Brown reading host. "There is a Reality of only love, peace, compassion, omnipresent Good. Which reality are you identifying with?" Robert Adams
The Bubble Blowing Tradition held in honorable Tribute. Robert Adams often blesses those in the Blessing Line and the many children attending, by playfully blowing bubbles at each guest. In honor of his tradition, the yearly International Robert Adams Institute Bubble Tribute is playfully held to close the International Tribute Weekend of Dialogues, Guest Speakers, Meditations-Music in original format held in hotels as announced. ________________________________________________ Response to above letter in private counsel, shared by author. Dear Caroline: "No one who has ever known Truth, can ever harm anyone. Can any harm any living thing." "If you are a thief, you are attracted to thieves. If you are a saint you are attracted to saints." "If you are an honorable person you will remain in harmonious circumstances with all, humble in truth.' Student Sharings in Tribute "..shone with so much love." Robert Adams is a Jewel in a Sea of New Neo Teachers- This Is The True Teaching for Direct Experience
It is my sheer pleasure to discover a real traditional sage that knows what it takes to humble oneself and do practices every day to really 'turn oneself inside out'. The increasingly unqualified 'satsang givers' and teachers saying one needs do nothing but be, have misunderstood the true message of the ages. They have thrown away the gold for stones. Robert Adams shone so much love that one just knows the immense level of attainment he acquired beyond being, as many use as a reason to do no evolvement. He would look at those seeking extensive intellectual debates on terminologies and self validation as a loving father yet correct them clearly. Due to his fun and innocence, his (uncompromising) self discipline was often missed.
Cathy Sinclair
"Remember to Remember Your Practices" Robert Adams from Remember to Remember to Daily Experience God.
Robert Adams Institute International Tribute Weekend Festivity
Closing of weekend Tribute and The Three Virtues Classes with Tribute Cake and Banquet to honor Robert Adams, in love. Robert Adams often hosted such joyful festive celebrations.
Literary Review and sharings of Robert Adams original literature. The Depth of Truth..Not New Age Neo-Advaita, By Donna (USA) I have been studying Advaita Vedanta for over forty years including all the traditional sources. I have not been impressed by the current crop of New Age Advaita teachers, whose teachings might be characterized as "the cult of non-practice". Such teachings may be attractive and consoling to those who wish to be congratulated for being "already realized" but not so useful to those who are truly moved to realize the true nature of self and world for real. They do have the value of introducing newbies to the fundamental conclusions of non-dualism, but the seemingly logical advice to engage in no spiritual practice has a serious flaw. This flaw is the failure to recognize or acknowledge that nearly everyone is already doing a very intense practice -- the practice of identification with a presumed separate self. All of the devastating consequences including fear, sorrow, anger and all the rest -- called "suffering" in Buddhism -- follow from this already ongoing practice. This practice is not undone by simply reading the great Advaitic conclusions and somehow "noticing" that they are true. Such noticing doesn't cut very deep into the already firmly-held conviction of separation and mortality. Those teachers who merely offer "pointers" to one's true nature delude their followers into thinking that nothing beyond noticing what is being pointed to is necessary. For awhile, at first, this may seem to "work", but soon the deeply entrenched practice of egoity and presumption of separation reasserts itself with a vengeance. I am sorry to see Robert Adams wonderful book, "Silence of the Heart", sometimes lumped into the category of such New Age Neo-Advaita. It is actually something quite different. It is far more reflective of the strong non-dualistic teachings of Ramana Maharshi and Nisargadatta Maharaj. Such traditional teachers fully understood the power of maya and did not underestimate its force. While they articulated the highest non-dualistic conclusions, they also offered potent practices to undermine the deeply encrusted egoic presumptions of aspirants. Robert Adams teaches in this same spirit. This book contains the highest wisdom that can be expressed in words along with a healthy respect for the obstacles faced by sincere aspirants. Adams offers the kind of realistic assessment and authentic practices to move beyond the limitations which have plagued us for eons, into the clear light of authentic wisdom and transcendental realization. Robert Adams was the real deal and is worthy of serious attention. Highly recommended for those who wish to move beyond the sometimes inspiring, but ultimately limited offerings of the New Age Neos. THE LOST KEYCHAIN "When I attended a talk in Sedona, it was so crowded that I stood for half of the talk until Robert saw me and insisted that the host leave and find me a seat as he paused. This was the year prior to his cessation of the teaching. None of the teachers roaming the new age town of Sedona remotely resembled Robert in wisdom or humility. He and his lovely wife were as if a plane from the Himalayas dropped a local saint down upon us. Totally uninterested in any local spiritual activities or adulation, he could be seen walking down the street of the large hilltop home they lived, hand in hand with his wife each evening, in white running shoes and white jacket, waving happily at us as we drove by. He was a town celebrity of the time.
Tour buses and limos drove by his house showing the local Sedona saint. I had no idea by his grand sensitivity to everyone that he was seriously ill and had been for many years. I guess this was because they were so selflessly maternal and paternal in the most cosmic sense. I showed up at my requested counseling appointment as his wife brought formal tea in as a surprise. Small graces go a long way. After leaving, I realized that I had lost my keys. Since I couldn't’t get home, I sheepishly returned and rang their doorbell. I knew it must be in the ashram living room overlooking the mountains.
I knew that they did not see people in their home without formal appointments. It was so beautifully decorated with paintings and comfortable velvet and temple items, very well loved. “ I lost my keys.” I announced. “I umm…” Immediately, they both put on jackets and came into the cold, searching every inch of the ground and driveway for my keys. Robert walked very slowly, humming a happy tune. His wife lifted my spirits with her joie de vivre. It seemed completely natural that a world famous teacher whom people reserved appointments with years in advance, that buses reserved seats to see the saints house, would be out here scouring the ground with me for my keys in the cold assuring me that we would find them, as if I was their own.
I watched my mood go from dour to light. Then to a feeling of long craved security that I never really got. This went on in my mind until it all felt completely natural for strangers to care about me to this extent rather than get rid of me as fast as possible. This healing camaraderie went on for over forty five minutes. I seemed to be becoming lighter with every moment. A light kind of mist always trailed after Robert. It lead to a higher and higher atmosphere. Finally Robert said ‘nothing is ever lost’ and then suddenly picked up my keys off of the ground, grinning at me as the world lit up. This teacher glowed like an evening lamppost in a dark night.
I mention this because in reverie, I see so many layers occurring here that were so much more valuable to me than the formal visit was. A sense of emotional abandonment from my own parents was faced for the first time and observed, not from the heavy handed ‘confrontation’ of therapy but from the tenderness of a a angels wing. The truth that people existed who interrupted their own evening to do something for me with nothing in it for them. The action instead of words of a famous teacher who could have easily blown me off. And the healing of the child in me who experienced, just for a moment, a healthy paternal and maternal demonstration of what spiritual is. What a family is. It was intensive therapy muted by clarity. It seemed it was found when it was supposed to be, after the blessing of seeing my life. Nothing is ever lost." Karen
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