A story about my first meeting with a spiritual teacher: A Tibetan Lama who handed me an axe instead of teaching me how to meditate. That was actually a much better idea than i was prepared to admit at the time.

Published by the creatively maladjusted Rebelle Society.

This is it!

“Whatever is happening is the path to enlightenment” ~ Pema Chödrön

I was in my early teens when I started to hang enormous quartz crystals around my neck and go overboard into New Age spirituality.

By the time I turned 20, I had divinities hanging on my wall like rock stars, and my house was so saturated with incense smoke that my friends said it was beginning to smell like bacon.

I was in massive pain. My body was a mess, my hair was falling out, I was in and out of the hospital with chronic eczema, and my love life was falling apart. I dealt with it by shaving my head, wrapping a white shawl around myself, and reciting mantras faster than all the monks of a whole monastery, on double espresso.

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