A Short Flight: Searching For Freedom

It’s 8:30 pm. The soft tapping of my bare feet and the dragging of my mandatory white robe against the sticky wooden floor are the only sounds in the meditation hall. Moments after I lower myself onto my mat, the room goes dark. A white-robed Nepali devotee, wearing...
How Screaming Helped Me Become More Aware

How Screaming Helped Me Become More Aware

It’s 5:30 a.m. I roll out of bed with an audible grunt, slip into my mandatory maroon robe, and wash up before heading down to the main meditation room. I could hardly believe myself: after two months of fast-paced couch-surfing around Europe for the first leg of my...
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