This little light of mine, I'm gonna let it shine

"Spirituality is a mysterious thing––keep it that way. If people can see your spirituality you have degraded it." - Stuie Wilde


I went to see a spiritual teacher last weekend. There were lots of people waiting in the room for her to arrive. When she did appear, she was wearing all white. Her assistant introduced her prior to her entrance, so when she came in, she didn't make any introductions or small talk. There was only singing, meditation, teaching, and a line of people waiting for her blessing.

Mirabai's teaching was very clear and concise, and she reduced everything to the simple truth of the matter of life. The meditation was good, for a while. Then something began to shift. The singing began to bother me - not uplift me. One of the musicians near me smelled intensely of perfumey incense. I got in line. My feet were cold, because the doors were open to the crisp autumn air and my shoes were outside.

Finally, I received her blessing. The energy in her touch was as powerful as her words. But I was choking on the energy in the room. I drove home in a hurry, stripped and took a shower to wash off the smell of the vampires.