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The horse I rode in on

My Equine friend and I, Ireland, 2018

Well blog friends, it’s been quite some time since I’ve added an entry here. Since April of 2019, I believe. 2019 was an immensely busy year for me, packed with work work, more work around my home, personal projects, and a fair amount of travel for work. The stories to tell are great, from vacationing for 10 days in Cape May in August, working for three weeks selling the art of drummer Rick Allen in a venue at Planet Hollywood in Las Vegas during Def Leppard’s residency there, to a week working on the KISS Kruise with Paul Stanley and his art work. And in between and after that was overseeing numerous art shows in suburban Philly, Florida, and more.

In my downtime, when I managed to find some, I spent considerable time proofing and editing my forthcoming book, a memoir inspired by the life of Mark Twain. But on top of all that, I went into the final stretch of a two year revision project of my first book, Masters Among Us . If you decide to check it out, make sure you pick the one with this cover.

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Masters Among Us was the authorial horse I rode in on, saddling me into the world of writing and self publishing 20 years ago. Back then, self publishing was still a risky venture and equated with vanity publishing. After then sending out numerous query letters and receiving countless rejection letters, I took it on to launch the book independently through the Canadian based publisher Trafford in 2000. The experience opened the door to learning a bit about book publishing, and my acquired savvy guided me through the process again with a 2004 revision through 1stBooks.

For the past several years I endeavored to pursue the traditional publishing route again by sending out countless queries for my new Twain manuscript. After a thrilling moment when I received an email from one publisher who had fully read and agreed to produce my manuscript, in a matter of weeks I was informed in a follow-up email that the publisher had changed their mind. They explained that it wasn’t because they didn’t enjoy the book’s content they had so enthusiastically embraced the first time, but instead it was because I didn’t have an established, expansive enough social media following.

Imagine my disappointment. After wallowing in self pity for a day, I refused to be deterred and began to investigate alternative avenues. This time around, I learned a great deal about how the publishing industry had changed in 20 years. The stigma associated with self-publishing had long withered, and most of the articles I took the time to read revealed that now it was essentially the only way to go. That was an eye opener. I concluded that the only way to defeat the publishing industry Goliath at its own game was to create my own publishing company and jockey into position Trojan Horse style. This notion came somewhat easy for me from having researched the entire life of Mark Twain, through which I had already learned of his own self-created publishing firm. I opened that door inspired, filed my LLC docs with the state, designed my own logo (since I’ve also been the creative director of my free lance design studio for 40 years), and launched my own press.

Egged on with Mark Twain as my muse, the experience was quite empowering and liberating. It fueled my determination to complete the projects while experimenting with an endless catalog of software, templates, tutorials, etc. Yet, this came naturally for me. I had been trained in desktop publishing in 1989-91 at what is now Berkeley College. Graphic Interface was in its infancy then as I cut my teeth on the now prehistoric Macintosh II and LC platforms.

In 1990, the LC was the most coveted computer in publishing class, prompting my classmates and I to arrive early in an endeavor to nab it first. There were only a two or three new LC’s in a computer lab dominated by Mac II’s.

Though I’ve since used numerous platforms and programs for catalog and pre-print design for employers through the years, I found myself in comfortable territory, but, admittedly, the advances in graphic technology proved to be daunting. So, again I mounted my horse sporting Quixotic armor and lance of determination, and galloped head on into uncharted publishing territory.

Each morning for months in 20 minute to 2 hour sessions of editing, composing, trialing software and honing each letter, conjunction and jpeg with focused precision, the result is that Masters Among Us is once again available in print worldwide, and, for the first time ever, as an ebook.

I have to give kudos to two people for this endeavor. It was my friend Jen, director of the wonderful Project Resiliency, who first enthusiastically suggested resurrecting ‘Masters’ as an ebook during a dinner conversation in March of 2018. I was open to the notion since pulling it off the market in 2006, when one of the individuals and key subjects I had previously researched for the 2004 revision, the spiritual teacher Sri Bhagavan, had then relayed through one of my interview contacts that the published revision wasn’t finished. I couldn’t figure it out for years. So, because of Jen’s prompting, after 14 years I again reached out to Sri Bhagavan through his network of affiliates in the US. What occurred afterward is a long story, but my interaction with this saintly man led me to an aha moment, and frankly, THAT became the missing story. And so, I’m happy to say that the new, 2020 revised edition includes that missing material in two new added chapters.

Were it not for Jen and Sri Bhagavan, I’m not sure the book would be available at this time. To the both of them, I extend my thanks and gratitude.

So now, with a gentle tug on my horse’s reigns, I turn my attention again to the Twain-themed manuscript on which I’ve worked since 2017. I hope to have it published and available later this year. In the meantime, I’ll mosey along with more blog entries. Until we meet again, Happy Trails to you!

Horse trekking on the beach, Ireland, 2018.

The 8 Year Journey

What happens when an enlightened master of meditation asks you to join him for an 8 year advanced training?

Tuesday, March 12, 2019. 10:45 pm.

In December of 2018, I attended a 3 day advanced yoga retreat at a hotel outside of Washington, DC. I had been practicing yoga and meditation for more than 40 years, beginning when I was about 15 years old, with my interest initially aroused when I was about 14. This most recent retreat included a live Skype link with an enlightened master whom I had first interviewed for my book, Masters Among Us, which I authored and self-published 15 years ago. For a few reasons, I had need to pull that book off the market in 2006, and then I just got busy and never got around to reediting it, until this past year. I’m happy to say the book will soon be available again in the months ahead. 

During my interviews for that book, I became impressed enough with this yoga master to host and organize several introductory and intermediate level courses with representative teachers who had studied with him in India. Many who attended those programs, myself included, had profound experiences of awakening, and, in at least one instance, a woman I know was healed of cancer. 

Having studied earlier in my life with the Siddha master Swami Muktananda, I knew that this master, then called Sri Mukteshwar, was someone special. I recognized in him that rare, piercing embodiment of wisdom that only a well-seasoned sadhaka could posses. I first read of Sri Mukteshwar when I was looking for miracle stories for the book. In a periodical I often browsed, I came across the story of miraculous emanations of honey and Kumkuma – the red powder used in India for religious markings – issuing from photographs of Mukteshwar’s hands. In fact, I eventually learned of countless stories of similar miracles associated with this man that were coming out of India with increasing regularity. And then, I witnessed this incredible phenomenon myself one afternoon in 2003 or 2004, in the Puja room of a devout Hindu family in North Jersey.

I studied and practiced his techniques for a while, and enjoyed a nice boost to my spiritual life in those days. Then, I simply got tied up in the busy-ness of life. In late 2004 I seized an opportunity to return to full time collegiate study while working part time as an artist for Trader Joes to support a wife and child. My routine meditation practice took the back seat, and along the way, more opportunities for a full time career presented themselves, and life continued to happen.

Then, in late 2016, Sri Mukteshwar’s name once again returned into my orbit, arriving full circle back into my arena through a business associate whom I knew had spent time in India with Mukteshwar during those intervening years. Now Mukteshwar was more widely known as Sri Bhagavan, and the simple teachings that originated in some of those humble, small scale workshops I had sponsored in the mid 2000’s had since blossomed into the worldwide Oneness movement. This same teacher, for whom I had difficulty finding any information while researching my book, now is found easily with a simple Google search, has countless students around the world, and is featured on video lectures which are readily accessible on Youtube.

The affiliation with my business colleague had reawakened my interest in my old friend Mukteshwar. I wondered how he was doing, recalled the many benefits I had reaped from his courses all those years before, and considered that my yoga practice was overdo for a fresh jumpstart. I began to review some of the info I had compiled 15 years before, and then, in September of 2018, I saw a notice for a retreat in December that would be conducted by a respected teacher of his who had spent 9 years in India as a monk under his tutelage. I enrolled, and from the onset, it seemed that just the act of making the commitment had reawakened a dormant spiritual life and level of deepened regular practice I had forgotten about. I began to have stunning, profoundly deep, spiritual experiences unlike any I had in decades. This was getting to be quite interesting, I thought. 

On the final day of the retreat, which was tele-linked between Sri Bhagavan’s ashram in Chennai, India and locations in 3 cities in the United States, my fellow participants and I were invited by Sri Bhagavan to join him, if we liked, in an 8 year teacher training process. This could be cool, I thought. I had been practicing meditation for so long, I reasoned, that this could be like a yoga graduate course and enable me to properly share what I’ve learned for the benefit of others. Bhagavan said to simply try the required sadhana practice for a year, and if we then liked how it was going, we could elect to continue for the ensuing 7 years. I couldn’t believe my good fortune. Are you kidding me? This was an incredible invitation! 

And so I have agreed within myself to embark on this 8 year journey with Bhagavan, and see where it takes me. I am fully aware that being mentored by a yoga adept will be challenging, and hard at times. Muktananda’s no-nonsense approach had prepped me long ago. Plus, I recalled even more challenging moments 15 years ago when I engaged in the processes conducted during the mini-retreats programs with his monks that I then hosted. As hard as some of those moments were, I certainly grew at an accelerated pace then. So, I already know what I’m in for, and I’m game. No pain, no gain. It’s all good.

It’s fascinating to consider how, in our 21st Century, what was once only available to acolytes committed to making a monastic lifestyle now is available with quite a different requirement than it was in ages past. In our era, monasticism seems to be about simply adapting the mindset of a monk without the external garb, and doing the practices wherever you are in whatever circumstances prevail. Certainly their are physical monasteries in which to live and study, but our era is unique. The goal of the path is right where you are, as you are. Nothing had to change because change is an illusion anyway. Monkhood is simply a frame of mind.

As I stated when I started writing here, this is only the latest on a journey that has already spanned 40 years of my 58 year existence. I’ve journaled that entire process in handwriting and word processing entries the whole time. From time to time, I will cull choice excerpts from those archives to post here. In the interim, as I begin this 8 year journey, the thought occurred – why not blog it live, as it unfolds? Because, for me, at this stage, there is nothing that is excluded from the spiritual path. Everything I do – we do – is all predicated on how we perceive and experience it. That’s the truth, the nugget of spiritual living. 

In our time, with all kinds of craziness going on in our often confusing world, sharing this journey might be helpful, I thought. And who knows who or what might show up along the way? Journeys are like that. Ya never know what’s around the corner. That’s been my experience thus far. This should be fun. I hope you will come along for the ride. 

Namaste!

Tom

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