The plan was to be born into an economically
stable, crazy, yet not abusive family.
The gods knew I was lazy, so the karma had
to give me something to work out of,
yet, full of opportunity. It was the perfect
metaphor to be born into: father was a
handsome, charismatic, successful lawyer
who had integrity. Mother and brother
were schizophrenic. So, it was growing up
in a soup of “the power of positive thinking”,
mixed with total alienation and hallucination….
what a template! What a spectrum!
It worked. After fourteen years of that, I didn’t
believe what anybody said. I knew I had to
figure it out for myself by then.. . I read everything
I could. I figured somebody must have written
something down that made sense, and I was going to
find it. Someone before me must have had the same
questions. So I set out as a driven, truth seeking missile.
When I met my teacher, Chogyam Trungpa, Rinpoche,
I realized that this person spoke the truth. My mind
stopped racing so much, and I settled down into years of work.
