In 2006, comedian Robin Williams said this in an ABC News interview: “The thing that matters are others. Way beyond yourself. Self goes away. Ego, bye-bye.” In this ostensibly virtuous statement he briefly mentioned Buddhism and Christianity. Eight years later, his ego-effacing hypothesis reached its logical conclusion: he hanged himself. For centuries religious figures, mystics,
Millions watched in awe as he glided backwards on stage while his limbs made strides to move forward. He then suddenly spun one full turn, stopped to face his audience and simultaneously touched his hat and his crotch. Michael Jackson had not only mastered the moonwalk, but the art of capturing our attention. So have
With the dawn of human consciousness came a unique and unnatural experience called inner conflict. For the first time creatures roamed the Earth free from the hard-wired programming of instinct that guided the rest of the animal kingdom. These new beings now possessed the capacity for abstract thought. A miracle had taken place – the
Oysters and clams are well guarded. Butterflies emerge from cocoons. Mother Earth shields herself from the harsh Sun with ether. Shall the spirit be denied a garment? Even acorns have shells. Publication of Beyond the Sphere: Encounters with the Divine raised a relevant question. What does this book add to spiritual, theological and spiritual discussions
Judges for the National Indie Excellence Awards deemed Beyond the Sphere an outstanding book about spirituality. “…Finalists are determined on the basis of superior written matter coupled with excellent presentation in every facet of the final published product from cover to cover,” the organization stated in its press release. Beyond the Sphere is a ground-breaking
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By Alfred Stefan Guart The sun was out and a warm spring breeze signaled winter’s drawing to a close. We walked along a quiet side street when the fragrance offered by a small Lilac bush caught us. I approached the neglected looking shrub and drew close to one of its few flower clusters. Eyes closed,
Image by Gino Castillo Snowflakes fell gently, seeming to descend from nowhere and vanish anonymously into the blanket waiting below. The slushy sound of passing cars in the distance, the drone of human activity, scoffed at this mild snowfall. But here in this small patch of Earth, snow brightened the otherwise dreary landscape. Against the