There are simply some secrets we do not wish to take with us to the grave. This is one of them. Now- How does one reduce it to a single line and etch it for posterity on to one's headstone? Further- How does one locate that headstone such that it might be read for the greater benefit of humanity? Let us gather together for a moment and consider these things.
My Master, I had in truth two but here we talk of the latter, Alexander P. Hixon, Jr., Ph.D. [ Columbia, Philosophy and World Religion, 1976 ] commonly known as 'Lex'. My Master lived on this earth between the dates of 25 December 1941 and 1 November 1995. We stand at this moment, for all practical purposes, at a focal-point symbolizing this life.
[ Over the next several days, I have so few remaining I will endeavor
to complete this story - Right Here. Where you see THIS paragraph ... ].
In a previous article, 'The Rest of the Story' I outlined two experiences which quite literally changed my life. I apologize for not researching the title, however, before I submitted it. It remains obscure. Herein I offer the lesson of that story, The Point, as it were.
When I left Miami, among other things, I had a very interesting
experience. Like all Mureeds, I had an initial practice. A simple
mantra, twin two syllable words, intoned on the breath. Silent
in nature. Which I did, no pun intended, religiously.
On one such occasion, as was my habit, I was walking some
four and a half miles, to my evening yoga class. It was a very
lovely Florida evening and quite balmy. In all innocence my
thoughts turned to the fact that my yoga instructor's Sufi name
was very similar to one of my mantras. Without even being
aware of what I was about to do, my practice drifted slightly
and I began to intone her name.
Don't Do This at Home
Suddenly the entire universe became a realm of light. One
singular being of light, including what had moments ago
been me. I spent at the very least forty-five minutes lost in
this state simply aware of what was unfolding within. The
detail, although nearly impossible to express in words, was
and is, quite vivid.
When I emerged, returned to the realm of consensus
reality, I was at the Yoga Class. Over four miles away
having crossed two major highways, having negotiated
over six or seven crosswalks in evening drive-time,
several hundred vehicles later, with no conscious
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The first experience, at the Miami Tekke, was 'The Throne of God'.
The second, just shared, was 'The Face of God'. Recently it came to me
that more accurately, or appropriately that second experience should be
called 'The Eye of God' or has it has often been referred to as 'The All
Both experiences are/were 'indelible in nature'. That is to say, still
with me, so to speak. I have pointed out before that every such
experience can be said to be eternal, always with us, engrained
as it were 'within us', a part of the very fabric of our being.
Rather this body with which we identify so strongly is a projection,
an expression of that region of the realm of light from which we
What we have come to think of as physical reality is just such an
'God Alone Exists.' ' Adonai Ehad.'