My sister saw my grandmother leave her body when she died. This experience has not made my sister into a believer of anything much. When asked she says things like, 'well, I could have imagined it', or 'well, I don't really know what it was'.
As Diane Duane says in her book 'The Book of Night with Moon', "almost no-one is willing to see the impossible, even right under their noses and shortly find all kinds of explanations for the strange thing seen."
I, on the other hand, have never had any trouble believing the unbelievable, without ever having really 'seen' anything.
I believe that life is extraordinary beyond our imagining. I believe that what we think we 'know' barely scratches the surface of reality. This belief has been the guiding light and driving force of my life. It has brought me through cults, mystery schools, alternative healing, shamanism, sun-dances, to name some.
About 15 years ago I was having a conversation with a Professor of Sociology from a
I launched into 'well, I've just finished massage school. I am going to do an aromatherapy course; I am going to do yoga teacher training. I'm also following a Native American shamanic path, doing sweat lodges, shamanic healings......' I broke off. As clear as hearing it out loud I heard her think .....'hasn't this woman had enough of this sort of thing, yet?' I chuckled an said, 'Oh, you're thinking 'hasn't this woman had enough of this sort of thing yet?' The look of astonishment and guilt on her face was a picture, before we both dissolved into laughter. I had read her mind exactly.
So to describe me as driven would hardly be an exaggeration Somewhere deep inside me I had the knowing that the bliss of mystic union was not only real but something I wanted. I wanted it more than family, children, lover, material possessions, anything. Because, you see, I had had it as a teenager and then past a certain age it was as though the door had slammed in my face and I could no longer reach it.
Like Adam and Eve banished from the garden, I wandered in the wilderness, an inner wilderness of the mind and spirit. I didn't understand it then. Now I am getting on for 60, and the journey I took, looking for the way back into the inner garden has taught me much. From these things I have fashioned a belief system of my own.
I believe there is a vast difference between spirituality and religiosity. Spirituality is real, religiosity is merely outward form and far too often is used as control dogma.
I believe that the pursuit of spirituality is the one thing that gives life true and enduring meaning. Without it we walk around as empty shells, strangers to ourselves and others, posturing egos whistling in the dark.
I did find my way back to that inner garden. I found that many cultures carried technologies of the spirit, ways that when practiced have predictable results. They could, therefore, be called a science of spirit. There is nothing chance or random about it. The cultures that house these treasures our culture has labeled primitive, even savage, and done their best to undermine, assimilate, or outright destroy them, often with unparalleled brutality. (And we call ourselves civilized.)
For those who are willing to open their minds and look, these technologies of spirit have been preserved, often in secret, and can be found. I looked and found and took them to heart and practiced them. I discovered that it is not what I believe that matters. It is what I do and what I am that matters. I could go around believing that the sky is green, would that make it so? If I believe Jesus is God or that Mohammed is his prophet does that make me a better person? Am I 'saved'? I think there is more than enough evidence on the table to say a resounding no to both of those propositions.
But when I get down on my yoga mat and actually apply the science of spirituality, I get a result that has nothing to do with any belief system I might have. If I still believed Jesus is God, or that the sky is green, I would still get the same results as long as I do it. I experience something that is real. The energy of spirit literally moves through my body, my cells and atoms, and I experience the oneness of mystic union again. I can tell you, as one who has experienced full body orgasms with a tantric master, that sex is a pale imitation in comparison.
So what I truly believe is that belief is not it. Doing and being are it.
Caroline Aqualastar.

