Renunciation Is Not Same As Fleeing

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Liberation is the release of our consciousness from the clutches of the ego. Many of us feel that we have to renounce the world and become monks to achieve liberation. After all meditation and spiritual practice need a lot of time and effort. But is this right? When is renunciation of the world appropriate? This article explores.

When does renunciation turn into fleeing? If we remain firmly entrenched in our egos and try to adapt the life of an ascetic then that is fleeing. There is no spiritual upliftment in giving up the world because it is too much trouble. Before renunciation can become external it has to be internal first. We should have reached some level of internal renunciation and spiritual maturity before we can embrace the life of an ascetic. If we are not there yet and we choose to renounce the world it may turn into a form of escapism.

Just because a person is on a spiritual path does not mean that she can elude problems. We all have to face our shares of problems, but a person on a spiritual path faces them in a different way than somebody who is engrossed in the ego. For a person engrossed in the ego a problem becomes a melodrama. Turning a problem into drama is the ego’s way to keep us engrossed in its concerns. The ego knows that as long as we identify ourselves with its problems it is safe. The spiritual person on the other hand does not see life-problems as mega issues. Drama is reduced and problems are faced with equanimity. For a person on a spiritual path there is differentiation between the ego and the Self. There is no need to make the ego’s problems our own. A problem can now be seen as an opportunity to learn to differentiate ourselves from our ego. The separation of ourselves from the ego provides us with a context to view problems and this takes away much of the emotional sting.

Our first steps into liberation and a deeper spiritual journey begins when we stand our ground and learn to face up to our problems. This happens because facing them teaches us a deep spiritual insight: We are not our egos.

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How Yoga Has Improved My Health And Happiness

Scott Briscoe

Scott Briscoe


I am sure each person who has ever practiced yoga can tell a story how “yoga has resulted in a positive change in their life.” Since beginning a regular, consistent yoga practice 2 months ago I have seen transformation changes to my health and happiness, I wanted to share.

I have always considered myself to be a very lucky guy. I have a good life with a great family, with great opportunities/ experiences that have made me into the person I am. Some of these opportunities / experiences include:

  • Attending College and earning a bachelor and masters’ degree
  • Great opportunities within “corporate America” that have allowed me build a great skill set and have always have a good job
  • Surviving Hodgkin’s Lymphoma (a cancer of the lymphatic system) during my late teenage years
  • Having a great network of friends who continually have a positive impact on my life

In January 2010 life was still positive and moving along well. Despite the economic challenges our society was facing, I was fortunate to have a good job and continue living as I had for most of my adult life. However, as the year progressed I noticed changes in myself that had been building for some time that I wasn’t necessarily thrilled about. Continue reading

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Driver’s License

Young Girl Questions MommyA mother is driving her little girl to her friend’s house. ‘Mommy,’ the little girl asks, ‘how old are you?’

‘Honey, you are not supposed to ask a lady her age,’ the mother replied. ‘It’s not polite.’

‘OK’, the little girl says, ‘How much do you weigh?’

‘Now really,’ the mother says, ‘these are personal questions you should not be asking a lady!’

Undaunted, the little girl asks, ‘Why did you and Daddy get a divorce?’

‘That’s enough questions, young lady! Honestly!’

The exasperated mother walks away as she drops her daughter at her friends place.

‘My Mom won’t tell me anything about her,’ the little girl says to her friend.

‘Well,’ says the friend, ‘all you need to do is look at her driver’s license. It’s like a report card, it has everything on it.’

Later that night the little girl says to her mother, ‘I know how old you are. You are 32.’

The mother is surprised and asks, ‘How did you find that out?

‘I also know that you weigh 160 pounds.’

The mother is past surprised and shocked now. ‘How in Heaven’s name did you find that out?’

‘And,’ the little girl says triumphantly, ‘I know why you and daddy got a divorce.’

‘Oh really?’ the mother asks. ‘Why?

‘Because you got an F in sex!’

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Money CAN Buy Happiness!

Money CAN buy happiness! But hold on, it is not in the way you and I think. Watch this video and find out. Be prepared to be surprised and learn some valuable lessons. These lessons show us not only how we can be more happy but also how we can make our life worthy of living and the world a better place.

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The Evader

The Evader

When Hitler annexed Austria and war seemed imminent, I quit my job as instructor of a flying club in Lyons, France, and started for home in Poland. My plane developed engine trouble and I had to land at Vienna and stay there overnight to have it repaired. The following morning, just as I stepped out of my hotel to buy a few souvenirs before checking out, a man who came running past the door bumped into me and sent me reeling. Outraged, I grabbed him and was about to give him a piece of my mind when I saw his face was white with fear. Panting heavily, he tried to wrench himself from my grip and said, “Gestapo—Gestapo!” I know only a little German but understood he was running from the dreaded German secret police.

I rushed him into the lobby and upstairs to my room, pointed to the foot of my bed and motioned him to lie down. I covered his slender, jackknifed body with artfully draped blankets so that the tousled bed looked empty. Then I pulled off my jacket, tie and collar so I could pretend I’d just got up if the Gestapo men came. In a few minutes, they did. They examined my passport, returned it and shouted questions, to which I replied: “Ich verstehe es nicht-I don’t understand it,” a phrase I knew by heart. They left without searching the room. Continue reading

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