Speaking from personal experience, this is exactly what I used to think… “Why me?”

“Why have I been chosen to spiritually awaken and those around me have not? What makes me so special?”

And then I came to realise, “awakening” is nothing more than growing up. It is spiritual adolescence. It is the calling towards true adulthood.

It represents the move from a self-centred life to a “God” or heart-centred life.

In other words, it is a normal part of the evolutionary journey of every human being to move from that which is in one’s personal interest to that which is in the interest of the whole.

It is available to all of us, but not everyone is conscious of these transitionary shifts or the initiatory opportunities they bring.

Our lack of consciousness is due to our lack of connection to spirit.

When we restore our connection to our spiritual (heartful) selves, these rites of passage will be honoured, understood, and more widely talked about/recognised, just as they are in indigenous communities where connection to spirit remains strong.

My spiritual awakening was unexpected and preceded any interest I had in spirituality. Much like waking up from a bad dream, I went from paralysing suffering to spontaneous awakening within seconds. What I thought was “reality” revealed itself to be exactly that, just a thought!

The journey that followed was a wildly creative and colourful descent into all things “spiritual” and lasted for around 7 years. During that time, I was seduced by peak experiences, elevated states of consciousness, shamanic adventures and a dizzying array of spiritual “technologies” that blew apart my psyche and repeatedly tore open my wounded heart. 

I clung to these spiritual pathways in much the same way people cling to religions, devotedly swearing my allegiance and attempting to convert others. But the silent truth I had discovered in my initial awakening refused to let me rest. It laughed at my so-called allegiance and ripped my “spiritual ego” to shreds.

“Go home” it demanded.

“Stop distracting yourself” it insisted.

“True transformation begins in the home” it proclaimed.

And so, somewhat reluctantly, that’s what I did.

I listened to my inner voice, I said goodbye to the spiritual glitz & glamour and turned my attention to the one enduring path that renders all spiritual paths obsolete.

I returned to the heart of all creation – my home.

After the dizzying heights of spirituality, I now live a relatively humble existence as a common householder and this is where my deepest and most transformative work has been done.

I make the beds with consciousness. I clean the toilets with love. I buy groceries with awareness. I take the kids to school with presence. I engage with my parents and in-laws with kindness and compassion. My (unawakened) partner is my guru. His authentic loving presence never fails to illuminate my own illusions and blocks to love.

It is in my householder duties that I have discovered that which is enduring. 

It is in the heart of the home where all wounding originates and where all healing culminates.

Freedom lies in how we relate, not in the who’s, why’s or where’s.

Spirituality helped me explore the depths of my being, but liberation only arrived the moment I lived it.