I Am Here for My Students, Not for Me........................................
Recently people have complained that some weeks
I sound like student A, then student B, and wonder
where Ed’s central thread went. They ask, “Where is
the Jnana, or what happened to the lover?”
I can only say I am much moved and influenced by
conversations of those who I am close to and who are
burning. Their burning catches me on fire and I write
from my heart whatever comes up. Each of my
“lovers” is in a different place. One is shedding
concepts and conditioning, another is learning to love
herself, another has gone entirely beyond the world
into the Absolute, and yet another is lost in unending
bliss, a rapture from which her body is forgotten.
Another begins to burn brightly in the Rocky
Mountains, another is half a world away who always
feels my presence.
When they talk to me, I am blown away.
I used to see this with Muktananda. When
someone came to him and spoke with clarity and
passion, it was as if he blew in the wind, he bent and
surrendered to their shakti, and this juice then
became his truth of the moment. Teacher and student
were equal, and he was like clay bent and wriggled
into a new form for a moment. Then moments later