In May of 1968 I went to sleep listening to a tape of Krishnamurti (I had not heard of him before) and woke up in the Now. My center as Ego didn’t wake up with me, and I was like Adam just created in a brand new world full of being, intense presence and freedom.
My center had shifted from the past to the Now. All the emotional pain of being me was gone. I had no idea what had happened to me, but I knew who I was for the first time, I knew that I had found what I had longed for, my awakened soul who laughed at me when I looked in the mirror. In 1968 my life took an unexpected and radical turn from an outward search to an inward journey.
The awakening which lasted a few weeks in its intensity was basically the Call to the adventure of making the unconscious conscious through the trials and drama of my life as a Quest.