The experience passed through me with ephemeral swiftness, like eternity from a pouring cup.  Emerging, the sky’s blue shone with a clear intensity, the first sign that my channels were open to receive Life.

Vedanta introduced the Toad, laid the groundwork and with professionalism, compassion and skill, led the journey.  Such an experience needs expertise; to tap such energy is to hum in the key of OM.

Like a farmer who prepares the field, Vedanta did his cultivating.  And like the field, the Way of the Toad has its own organic life.  For it really assumed its own energy when all was finished, when on the Ceremonial grounds there only remained the rose petals and footprints, that moment lost in Samsara.  But that moment linked forever to the next, the endless path of Now.

Clear, the energy flowing freely, the clinging of Ego held its stickiness just that little bit less, the understanding that opposition exists only in the mind.  For to be free is to see it thus.  Reborn, realive.