THE WISDOM OF PERSONAL CHANGE

I am an artist at living-my work of art is my life.
- Suzuki

True to his word. Julian showed up at my home the next evening at about 7’45 p.m. I heard four quick knocks on the front door of my house , a cape cod design with awful pink shutters. Which my wife believed made our house look like something out of architectural digest julian himself looked strikingly different than he had the day before. He still embodied radiant health and exuded a wonderful sense of calm. It was what he was wearing that made me a little uncomfortable.

Adorning his obviously supple body was a long red robe topped by an ornately embroidered blue hood. And though it was another sticky night in july, the hood covered his head.

“Greetings my friend,” Julian offered enthusiastically,

“Greetings “
“don’t look so alarmed. What did you expect me to wear-Armani?”

We both started to laugh . softly at first . Soon our giggles had turned to guffaws. Julian certainly had not guffaws. Julian certainly had not lost that wicked sense of humor that had kept me entertained so long ago.

As we relaxed in my cluttered but comfortable living room.. I couldn’t help but notice the ornate necklace of wooden prayer beads dangling from his neck.

“what are those ? They’re really beautiful”
“More about these later.” He said rubbing some of the beads with his thumb and index finger; “we have much to talk about tonight.”

“Let’s get started. I could hardly get anything done at work today. I was so excited about our meeting.”

Hearing his cue. Julian immediately started to reveal more about his personal transformation and the ease with which it was effected. He told me of the ancient techniques he had learned for mind control and for erasing the habit of worry that was consuming so many in our complex society. He spoke of the wisdom that yogi Raman and the other monks had shared for living a more purposeful and rewarding life. And he spoke of a series of methods to unleash the wellspring of youthfulness and energy he said every one of us has slumbering deep inside of us.