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Meanwhile, I’m attempting to remain centered and grounded in this whirling dervish of a 3D world. Actually, I wish it was a whirling dervish world . . . Instead, we are continuously threatened with looming chaos. How much is “real,” how much internet fear-mongering? Impossible to say.
I witnessed the whirling dervishes perform, in Konya, their home town, when I visited Turkey, back in my 50s. This followed my own wake up-call, when I was 26, ignited by a night-long whirling ceremony I was internally driven to perform. This unconscious ritual awakened me to my sovereign self, at one with all.
(And to begin that journey, sent me to the hospital, where I almost died.)
I’m now doing my daily practices — yoga, chikung, taichi — in our 12-foot diameter yurt on the platform outside. The yurt is a natural centering, calming device, and when I go in there, I just naturally stand in the exact center of the circle to begin.
