Physics of the Soul

I had just finished reading Physics of the Soul, by Amit Goswami, a book I highly recommend.

I was working out of the basement of a health food store. When I say basement, I mean I had a little dark corner in a hundred+ year old building, cordoned off by a curtain, with two simple chairs and a lamp.

My next client was a male about 35 years of age. As he sat down, he gave the obvious indication that he was a skeptic by folding his arms and legs and sitting slightly sideways. As unnerving as giving readings can be in a normal (if there is such) setting, these leg and arm crossers sorely challenge the faint of heart.

As confidently as I could, I closed my eyes, said my prayer and my little forced intro of "Just tell him . . ." at which point I typically begin to ramble words that mean much to my client, even if I do not understand what they mean.

In this case, I immediately began talking about the book I had just read. I touched on some of its more extreme theories, all the while thinking I was wimping out on this guy and wondering where my story was going. After 15 minutes or so I ran out of interesting things to repeat and so I closed with the thought that many physicists and physics teachers at school are reluctant to say what they know about a higher power, for fear of being ridiculed, or worse, losing their job.

When I finished, he totally opened up his limbs and his voice and said - "You are exactly right. I am the local physics teacher in this town and I have to keep my mouth shut about so much or I'll lose my job."

He said he was going to get the Goswami book for sure, and thanked me kindly.

No matter what, Spirit is there to guide and give the message, as long as I or anyone can keep their own ego and fears out of it. Seen it happen over and over with me and with other mediums.

Be safe over the next few weeks of celebration.

Zeitgeist

The term Zeitgeist dates back to mid 18th century Germany. The term literally translates as "the spirit of the age." Geist translates as mind, spirit, or ghost - essentially the soul. Zeit translates as time.

The concept of Zeitgeist, in a nutshell, is that every era of time has a spirit or flavor to it, which is an amalgamation of all the thoughts, actions and philosophies taking place during that age. Some take this a step further to describe Zeitgeist as the amalgamation of ALL thoughts, actions and philosophies ever contrived by man - as a spiritual counterpart, as it were, to the visible world in which we live.

This concept is often aligned with the idea of a Universal Mind, or one source for all that is. Many call this being God. Many faiths teach that our soul returns to God when our body ceases to function.

The great Aristotle wrote, in his work "On the Soul" that the soul was not a separate item from the body, but in fact it was the very "being" of that body, or its life essence. He implies that while the body cannot live without the soul, some parts of human consciousness can survive, along with the soul, even if the body dies.

Some of the greatest thinkers of all time have written about these concepts and I certainly do not intend to add anything new, but only to simplify the concept, and relate it to what I have experienced.

I have a theory I am exploring currently, which is hard to express in normal language but here goes -

I believe that God is, in fact, the Zeitgeist of all time, and that God continues to expand, just as everything else in Nature expands. That within that expansion are the souls of the departed. That new beings are infused with the collective soul or universal mind and so they innately carry within them knowledge, patterns, and even memories, that have been developed before their birth.

Past lives are always an interesting subject and it is part of my theory, at least for now, that those experiencing past life memories are actually tapping into that part of the Zeitgeist of which they were most strongly infused. In other words, it is not necessarily their own real past life they are remembering, but rather a life  of memories that have been absorbed into the greater Soul, or Self, which is God, and re-infused into the new physical human life.

If we discount a greater universal mind or collective soul, then what we have left, sadly, is a history tied together by war – war often initiated in the name of God. From the Crusades to Northern Ireland, religion drove each side. The banner of the Spanish Armada was "Arise, Oh Lord, and vindicate thy cause." The old German chant of "Gott Mitt Uns" was echoed by the 17th century English warriors' insistence that, "Our God is a God of War."

All around us today, we see people divided by their version of God, which they put forth through their own brand of religion. The end result is often war. In fact, the driving force behind most famous political careers involves war. Eisenhower was the great WWII commander; Jack Kennedy, the PTO boat commander. Bush has his wars and Obama, his inherited wars. Think of Churchill, Lenin, Stalin, even Hitler, all made famous or infamous (but still powerful) by war. Think of George Washington, Andrew Jackson, Franklin Roosevelt, Johnson, Nixon, Reagan, and it goes on and on – presidencies defined by war with other nations.

When the America Revolutionary hero Ethan Allen captured Ticonderoga, he did so "In the name of the Great Jehovah." When the latest suicide bomber sets off his payload, it is just as strongly claimed for the sake of his/her God.

Left to their own devices, without some unseen universal soul, humans can unfortunately do no better than to kill in the name of God, or at least to blow the limbs off innocent children with "smart bombs."

The real God, the God inside of us all, the Zeitgeist, or Universal Mind, or Collective Soul, is above all this bickering. The real God allows for miracles, and progress, and kindness, and love.

And so I am a spiritualist, rather than a religionist.

The Inner Light

My teachers are a married couple. 


The husband is the meditation teacher. He studied directly under Maharishi Mahesh Yogi for an entire month, in India, and many more years under other teachers. 


The wife is the psychic. She received the bulk of her training from a woman who trained under Sir Arthur Canon Doyle and his wife. Doyle, of course, was the author of all the Sherlock Holmes mystery novels.


Both husband and wife have proven their skills many times to me and to others, and they have introduced us to teachers from all over the world. Both of these people also worked at one time for the great self-help guru, Tony Robbins.

It actually took me a while to see the connection between intuition and meditation. A simple explanation would be to say that meditation is a way to slow down the mind so that intuition can rise to the surface.

The Maharishi founded Transcendental Meditation, but he is probably most famous for leading the Beatles to Eastern religion, affecting not only their beliefs but also their music.

One Beatles song tells of their beliefs -

The Inner Light

Without going out of my door

I can know all things of earth

Without looking out of my window

I could know the ways of heaven

The farther one travels

The less one knows

The less one really knows

Arrive without traveling

See all without looking

Do all without doing

It is obvious that even the Beatles, who had seen the world and had everything a person could want, found solace in meditation, and had an apparent belief in intuition or psychic ability. They are not alone.


Oprah Winfrey and Larry King have regularly had psychics on their show. No one can doubt that these two people have it all, and yet they, too, like the Beatles and so many other highly successful people, have developed a belief in what would be considered alternative phenomenon.


Even Presidents Lincoln, Roosevelt, Kennedy, possibly Nixon, and definitely Reagan were known to consult psychics, and if the truth were known, many successful people have and still do.

I try, in this blog, to look at all of this from a common sense point of view, while relaying my own incredible experiences. 


There is a third facet to my studies and writings, and that is the phenomenon of healing. I take the same introspective view of this, as I consider it part and parcel with the others.

Among my classmates, over the last decade, have been a medical doctor, several psychologists, the chairman of the board of the Visiting Nurses Association of America, several human resources folks, teachers, nurses, stock brokers and bankers . . . the list goes on.

I can honestly tell you I have seen healings, including one woman freed from cancer; I have given readings that have changed peoples lives; I have been so deep in meditation that I believe I have finally learned who God is.

And so I believe.

Secrets of the Psychics

This blog is about many things of a spiritual or unexplained nature; things I have studied in a classroom setting for the last ten years, and really on my own for my entire life.

Earlier I shared a couple of "readings" I was involved with, readings that changed my client's life. After giving a few hundred psychic readings and listening to many more, given by some of the best psychics in the world, I can tell you that the phenomenon is real.

I can't tell you exactly what is happening, but I do have some theories.

The basic question is whether the information the psychic is giving to the client comes from a spirit, from ESP, or from some trickery, guess work, or mass hallucination. Again, I cannot say for sure on the first two, but totally discount the rest when a sincere psychic is at work.

I have seen many departed people. By "seen" I mean I saw them as a ghostly or imaginary person, and yet very detailed and specific as if they were really there, standing next to someone. Other times I simply got their name and their message for the client.

Some readers see, others hear, others feel. I don't like the "feeling" readings as they make me very emotional. Even if a reading begins as something I "hear" or "see," emotion often steps in and I end up with tears in my eyes, or worse. This is why I don't do this on a regular basis, plus the fact that most people think you are weird if you do.

I've spent 10 years studying this phenomenon, along with Yoga, Chi, hypnosis, meditation, neural linguistic programming, and a host of miscellaneous subjects, from crystals, earth geomancy, sacred sites of the world, dowsing, color therapy and many others.

The bottom line, I believe, is that all of these things are part of the same phenomenon, and it works with them or without them. The "power" if you wish to call it that simply resides in every human being. Some become better at it than others, just as some guitar players become better at that talent than others. We all could strum some type of sound on a guitar, and so we all have the innate ability to play one, even if we don't sound like much when we do.

Some exciting new research is being done using MRI scans to record the human brain. I watched a 60 Minutes report recently that showed scientists who have proven that all human brains experience the same neuro transmitters firing when viewing the same object.

In other words, when every human looks at a drawing of a hammer, the same exact area of their brains fires or has an electrical charge travel through it. These scientists took 100 drawings of 100 separate objects. They asked an MRI subject to pick 10 and think of only them, while in the MRI machine. The brain of every single person could be "read" by the MRI machine, based on what 10 objects they thought of, and the corresponding firing of brain cells.

Even Leslie Stahl, a long-time, well-respected CBS reporter submitted herself to the test and the scientists picked all 10 items that she thought of. She reported that there are actually two companies now doing test marketing, showing new items to the MRI client and seeing if pleasurable or non-pleasurable brain cells were stimulated. One of the customers buying this technology was McDonalds looking for new food products to sell!

This MRI study is elementary but what if the psychic is simply so sensitive to their client that when the client thinks of something, the psychic gets a "hit" or something to tell the client. This could explain the vast majority of accurate readings. In other words, the client is bringing the reading with him or her.

We were taught to empathize with the client, matching their posture and breathing, their speech speed and volume, etc. I have a distant cousin who is a psychiatrist in New York City. We had a long discussion about what I was learning and he said that psychiatrists are taught to empathize in the exact same manner.

So this brain wave activity could explain readings that are essentially based on ESP. However, I have received readings myself with information I had no way of knowing. In one case, I was given the birth month of my grandmother, something I never knew, but later found to be true. I have also given readings where the client cannot understand what I am telling them, but later realize the truth in it.

I have given readings in person and by email and been just as successful at both, which eliminates close proximity, or visual clues. In the case of the emails, I only knew the person's first name, and yet I got names of their deceased relatives, of situations they or their family members were dealing with, and things even as obscure as a horse's name, and the name of a term paper that helped someone graduate from college.

The phenomenon is wonderful, and yet scary, especially when sad feelings creep in. The first time it happened to me I was actually reading one of the most famous psychics in the world. I saw that she only felt comfortable while in her flower garden, where she didn't have to be "on." I broke down totally before I could even tell her why. Once I did she confirmed what I was saying and I was then taught to build a mental wall around me to keep the emotion out. Trouble is, I can't. Though I don't regularly practice mediumship anymore, I just recently attended an advanced course in it and was able to give three very good, and helpful readings.

I am glad others pursue this career, just as I am glad others pursue guitar playing or running MRI machines. It is a real phenomenon, it is helpful, and it is very intriguing.

I will tell more tales of successful readings in the months to come, while always protecting the client's identity. And, I will continue to look for the common sense, scientific reason why it works.

Thanksgiving

This is the first or oldest ever mention of the concept of a holiday to celebrate Thanksgiving. It was taken from a Plymouth, Massachusetts, newspaper called "Publick Occurrences" issued on 9/25/1690. Gratitude for what others have given us is one of the best things we can do . . . for ourselves. 

Mechanics of Meditation

For hundreds of years Eastern religions and philosophies embraced meditation, often in search of God, but also to withstand life's stings - physical pain, mental anguish, emotional upset.

Western religions at best ignored meditation, and at worst, called it evil. Today, many scientists in many disciplines are looking at the actual mechanics of meditation.

No matter which guru you follow many of the steps or procedures of meditation, and for that matter hypnosis, are similar. A typical beginning is to ask the meditator or client to take three deep breaths. There is at least a little actual help in this as most people breathe very shallow, often due to stress. Just as stress can cause shallow breathing, deep breathing can inversely calm stress.

The great Tony Robbins talks a lot about "state" or if I dare paraphrase him for my purposes, "smile and the world smiles with you."

But there is another very good reason for the deep breaths. The real technique involved in meditation is to get the client to stop thinking about the past and the future. The past is often filled with regret and guilt and sadness, and the future is often filled with fear or at least anticipation. The "now" is the safe place. As you calm the mind and come into the now you realize there is not much else going on but your breathing and heartbeat and normal functions of the body that take care of themselves in an other-than-conscious way every minute you are alive.

I like to think of the brain like a hard drive on a computer. Hard drives get fragmented as data is written to them in random free areas and so the more fragmented the drive, the longer it takes a computer to process the information. The solution is to "defrag" them or  run a program that organizes the bits of information in more complete chunks, thus allowing the computer to process faster. This is very simple physics at work.

If we imagine the brain as something similar, we are fragmented by all the responsibilities and worries that plague us, and our very powerful mind begins to have trouble sorting it out, or at least processing our life's challenges efficiently and without causing us increasing confusion.

As we come into the now, through breath work and relaxation, the mind is able to process what it is dealing with in a much easier way. Many folks view the answers their mind comes up with as inspiration or divine intervention, but it is more likely simply the mind being allowed to defragment. As this happens, stress begins to lessen, blood pressure often falls, and we feel so much happier about life.

And so, if meditation amounts to no more than this, it is worth it.

Another common instruction is to hold the tongue up against the back of the upper front teeth. Some say this is to allow saliva to be automatically cleared from the throat to avoid breaking the meditation. Others say it is a subconscious way to keep the self-talk we all do in control, because we literally feel tongue tied. I believe it is also a method to keep our focus in the now,  as it is one more thing happening "right now" that we are focusing on, allowing us to avoid the past and future.

Of course all versions will ask us to relax and how could you focus on only the now if you were uncomfortable? Some insist on sitting over lying down. This may simply be because it is easier to fall asleep lying down and that would defeat the defragging  process.

Hypnotists often use contradictions in instructions to cause the client to focus even more on the now by worrying about whether they are following the instructions correctly. The client is puzzled by their own inability to follow simple instructions and relies more and more on the hypnotist to do their thinking for them. Thus, when a suggestion is made, the client is very willing to follow it.

In meditation, especially if it is simple, quiet meditation, there is no "suggestion" factor. The mind is free to explore itself, sort itself out, find answers to the challenges of life, and act upon the body in healthy ways such as reducing stress, lowering blood pressure, lessening pain, solving problems, and other positive results.

The techniques for staying in the "now" include repeating a single word or Mantra (the technique behind Transcendental Meditation), or Sutras (a series of words developed a thousand years or more ago in India, which keep the mind focused on silently repeating them in order), the rhythm of your breathing (a basic device of Yoga), focusing on the Chakras, (several points along the center of the body), and even focus on the point right where your nose meets your forehead (the Third Eye is said to be about an inch or two behind that very point.) All of these techniques, and others, help keep our mind off the past or future.

Any technique that keeps your mind occupied on something seemingly unimportant and yet in the present or now is bound to get you into a meditative state. The big mistake is that a lot of people expect something miraculous to happen while in that meditative state.

The benefits of meditation are often found after the meditation, as the mind is more clear and the body more relaxed and healthier, with a good rest and lower blood pressure. Also, meditation has a cumulative effect. The more often it is done, the more the benefit.

However, that is not to say that a great idea won't pop up, often just as you are "waking" yourself up. This often happens when your brain is in the so-called alpha state.

The point is that there are measurable scientific reason why meditation works - and it does work – no hocus-pocus, just common sense.

Drapery

We dress the world in the drapery of our own thoughts and feelings, and then the light from the world comes back to us, transmitted and colored through that drapery, so that, after a while, the world is only a reflection of ourselves.

Thanks, a lot, buddy!

James Van Praagh addressed a crowd of about 1,000 people and after he left, readings were to be offered by students for fifteen minutes. There was a crowd assembled of about 350 people wanting readings and only a handful of readers. I had said, on the trip to this place, that I would only read if my teacher said "Please, please, please."

I was standing next to one of my fellow students when my teacher first saw me. She came to my side and pulled on my arm and said, "Please, please, please."  Well, then I knew I had no choice.

One of my clients was a middle-aged Italian man who presented himself with crossed legs and arms - always a bad sign. I said my prayer and then immediately saw his mother. I asked "Is your mother passed over?"

He said she was and I added, "Because she is telling me about a family book."

"There is no family book," he said, almost angrily.

Then I got the name Sonny and so I asked, "Who is Sonny?"

He sat upright in his chair and told me that Sonny was his cousin who was also passed over.

His mother butted in again about the book and so I mentioned it again to him.

"I'm telling you, there is no family book," he barked.

So I struggled on to find something that might suit him when all of a sudden he rises a little out of his chair and says, "Oh, my God. There is a family book!"

Seems when his mother passed four years earlier the only thing he wanted was an address book of family members living in Italy and America. His brother, who got everything else, would not give him that book and they hadn't spoken since. I stated that it was pretty obvious his mother felt bad about the two men not speaking and that he should ask his brother for the book, or at least for photo-copies of the book.

"I'm not calling that son-of-a-b _ _ _ _ _!"

I went back "in" looking for something else to say when suddenly he rose again from his chair with a big broad smile on his face, looking like something very heavy had lifted off his shoulders. He grabbed my arm and shook my hand, and said, "Thanks a lot, buddy."

been here . . . done this

The Giant's Causeway, located on the northern Antrim coast of Ireland and spreading out 40,000+ six-sided rocks into the ocean arising again on an isle off the Scottish coast. This is the only place in the world where something like this exists. Legend has it that it was volcanic activity, but the truth, we know, is that two giants, one, a Scottish giant named Fingal, and another, an Irish giant named Finn McCool, would use this causeway to walk back and forth between these Celtic countries. Well, at least that's what the brochure said.

By rocks like these that heard the Raven's scream, 

Or Wolf, loud howling by the moon's pale beam, 

That yet its echoes, faintly though they roll 

Down Time's long current . . . rouse and thrill the soul. 

Giving way

The doctor enter the room laughing. Tramij's father lay on the bed dying of liver cancer, but found enough curiousity to ask, "Did you just hear a good joke?"

Tramij's father loved good jokes.

"No," replied the doctor, "I just witnessed a miracle!"

The doctor was the founder of the cancer center and had, for 22 years, seen all types of serious situations. What he had never seen, in all that time, was six spots of cancer on an 80-year-old man's liver – right in the middle of metastasizing – completely disappear.

"I've never seen anything like this in my 22 years here, but all your cancer is gone."

Tarmij's father took it all in stride, as he had been through so much recently with his broken colon. It had been weak most of his life, but after two weeks of hunting on the mountain, and two trips across that mountain in the same day, it just gave way.

Had his colon not given way, there would have been no indication that cancer was working its way into his liver. Had it not given away, there would have been no visit to a faith-healing priest and the miracles that followed. Had it not given away, Tramij would not likely have begun his studies of healing and intuition, and the God within.

No explanation was ever found for the disappearance of his father's cancer, except that Tramij, over the next several years, came to realize that there is a Force that can beat the odds when called upon with faith and then released from continual begging, so that It might do It's job.

The miracles would follow. The father became paranoid and confused no doubt from some of the medical techniques and the thought of dying. Every treatment in the book was thrown at him until his medical doctor/psychiatrist said, "I can help him, but not here at the hospital."

A meeting was held at which the doctor explained that through a new type of electronic acupuncture, father could easily be cured. Within one week, in fact, he was back to normal. After ten treatments he never returned again to that weakened mental state, and although he eventually passed over due to a stroke, seven years after the initial colon break, he had miraculously survived cancer and mental collapse through alternative medical practices. 

On the day of his funeral a chime clock in his widow's sitting room decided to stop chiming. Two years later, to the very day of his death, his widow and five children, including Tramij, sat speaking of father, when out of the blue, the clock began to chime.

And so, it matters not what others think. Tramij knows.

Isn't it great!?

Her name was Eleanor . . . the grandmother that is, the deceased grandmother. I was a student and my test that day was to find the name of someone who had passed over, and who was significant to a fellow student, or client – a client I had been paired with by luck of the draw – a client I knew nothing about except . . .

. . . she had this curious, almost annoying habit of holding her hand over her mouth before beginning a sentence, and she would often begin that sentence several times. For those of us in class who had only just met her the month before, the habit was becoming a distraction as we debriefed our lives since last we met.

Our specific instructions were to "get a name" and get something that would help the person we were reading. My quest became obvious from the beginning - I would "get" something that would help her with her speaking habit.

We retired to a corner and immediately the name Eleanor came to my mind. Well, I say immediately, but that needs qualification. Famous guitar players, from Eddie Van Halen, to Eric Clapton, to Chet Atkins, all sound uniquely different. All are considered good, all could be using the same guitar, and yet they all present their talent differently. Many other people, in fact most people, could make some type of noise on a guitar, and, at that point in their development, that is their own unique sound, too – as unrefined as it may be.

And so it is with those who practice second sight. Some are geniuses, some beginners, most have their own style. Though a beginner at the time, my style was to say a short prayer I had been taught and then, while listening somewhere near my right ear, I would say – "Just tell her (him)" and then I would repeat anything that came to my mouth. I say my mouth because often it never made it to my brain.

In this case history I asked, "Who is Eleanor?"

Well, Eleanor was the grandmother of my client. Eleanor had raised my client and was, in fact, perhaps the most significant person in her life. And - Eleanor was passed over.

So, I had completed step one of my assignment - identify a departed person by name who was significant to the client. Whew! That was easy.

I went back to Eleanor and said, in my inner voice, "OK. Your granddaughter has this habit of speaking, which drives people crazy. What's going on?"

Eleanor "showed me" the woman hitting a solid object, as a young girl, while riding her bicycle. My client confirmed that she had hit a solid object – a car – and as she hit the car the handlebar grip came loose. The metal handlebar end smacked her right in the mouth.

She was forced to wear a bandage on her mouth for a few months and also felt like she was experiencing lock-jaw, at times, though no one seemed to believe her.

Well, it was pretty obvious why she now had her habit, and I told her honestly that I had asked Eleanor to help her with that problem. She was very excited as it had been worrying her. She was about to begin teaching a college-level course in acting, of all things, and was wondering how she was going to deal with this issue.

I went back and asked – "What should she do?"

I was told she should simply link or fold her fingers together and place her hands in her lap before speaking.

A month went by and here we were again, about 24 students, debriefing the last 30 days. I watched and waited for my client's turn to speak. When her name was called, she calmly placed her hands folded together in her lap and spoke right out without a single problem.

As we headed out of the room for our first break, I sat waiting for her to pass me. When she did, I said, "I saw what I wanted to see."

She replied, "Isn't it great!?"

Tramij Gets a Scab

Tramij, little innocent 10-year-old Tramij, looked into the mirror at a scab that had plagued him now for about twenty months. It started off as a simple pimple, just in the center of his chin. Every time it would come close to healing, Tramij would accidentally or purposely peel the remaining scab off, and the process would begin again.

He prayed. Oh, did he pray! His embarrassment was so great, especially with the girls whom, it seemed to him, would look at his ugly scab, and laugh. He'd hide it with his scarf in winter – with his hands on nicer days.

Maybe it was his thoughts of those girls that cursed him with this scab.

Certainly, he'd begin each confession with the standard "Bless me Father for I have sinned, I have had improper thoughts five times . . . six times" . . . make up a number.

What an improper thought really amounted to, he had little idea, but he was pretty sure he had them. Then he'd concoct a few more sins just for effect, and polish it all off with . . . "and I lied, once." That "once" was right there in the confessional, and thus he could leave the ordeal with a clean conscious.

Confessions scared him. The man on the other side of the transparent divider was the same man who had gotten his own father so drunk one night – the drunkest Tramij had ever seen him – that he lay in bed with his son, crying and saying so many thing Tramij could not understand. If "Father" would drink so hardy with his own father, would he also tell him about Tramij's thoughts, and the lies, and the other made-up sins?

Still, Tramij wanted that scab gone and was willing to do anything to get rid of it. If claiming forgiveness for false sins was enough to garner God's graces, he'd accept blame for anything and everything. "Please, God! Please!"

But two years of praying, crying, begging to God, swearing off all improper thoughts and other unfamiliar sins, had gotten Tramij nowhere.

He looked in that mirror and realized, at that epiphanal moment, that God was NOT going to help him . . . at least not the God he was praying to. Perhaps He was too busy saving soldier's lives, or planning the next great plague on a nation. Whatever He was up to on His golden throne, God did not take into account poor Tramij and his scab.

No, if the scab was to disappear, it would be up to Tramij.

He sat about reading all the medical books his parents had lying around the house, which were few. He made a deliberate, diligent trip to the library. Eventually, he found the answer he needed, and even though his father argued against the treatment, Tramij stood his ground and said, "I am getting rid of this scab."

And he did!

And he also got rid of any notion that praying to God, at least about something as minor as a scab, had any effect whatsoever.

Forty years later, torn by divorce, his father's impending death, and life's general miseries, Tramij found himself deep in meditation, when it dawned on him – the God he'd been praying to, for help with his scab, and for a million other troubles throughout the years, didn't even exist!

The God that helped him with his scab was the One inside him, the One who studied the steps needed to solve the problem, took the action, and worked the miracle.

He had heard the old adage – "The Lord helps he who helps himself."

He just never realized how true it was.

Who am I?

Deep question.