I am called to write again on the topic of awakening, but the dilemma is the only thing I know for certain is that I am not awake but that I am still trapped in the labyrinth of existence with almost all of humanity. So, what business do I have writing about awakening if I am not awake? I suppose I have pierced through the veil of illusion and the false perception that I am free and governed by free-will. I know I am in a prison, not one made of concrete and steel, but one ma

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An old Cherokee chief teaching his grandson about life… “A fight is going on inside me.” he said to the boy. “It is a terrible fight, and...