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Inside I heard people talking loudly. Someone laughed. I had a sinking feeling [har this was the wrong place. The woman on Ihe swing said, "Aloh:!.! Go on in! Loud laughter followed.

Jrted; I had to yell 10 be heard above the music, "I'm looking for Ruth Johnson.

Walking down the front stcl S, I s! Turning to ,he woman on Ihe swing, I asked. Couldn't I do flIrythillg righe "Ruthie's stllying with her siSler down the streer," the woman added. No one got OUI of the car at first. Johnson, an we get to the poi nl? We really know how to have: But here we arc anyway," she said brightly, "And while you're here. I leaned up again. Ruthie," someone yelled from inside. Dan, come on in, dance a little, meet some people. Thou should perk you up. Let me give you something for [he road.

I couldn't. I don't nted - " She grabbed my hand and looked me in the eyes; the world sr: Somelhing was off hete'. Why couldn'[ I JUSt be a normal guy: The door opened; I got to my feet and reached into Illy pocket for the money - and saw that Rurh Jail nson hadn't given me any money after all.

Then my eyes opened wide and I Stopped breathing. Vaguely aware of the bus pullins away without me. I at the two pieces of paper in my hands: The first was a ncwspoper lid, dipped from the "PersonllJs" s ction. On the: I found a note Mrs. Johnson had scrawled in a shaky. It read: Ollt drs;rt, p"pamtion. I turned Ihe nolt over. It conrinued: A strollg ridt will IN goillg OIl! Bt mrt Strange - that W'J.

The note elided there. What did she mean by that? Then my wonder changed to excitement and l profound sense of relief. My St': I'd found her! A founl: My senses opened: I felt the temperature: I walked all the way baek to my motel. By the: I fell onlO the: W with a bounce and a squeak and stared at the ceiling.

Mueh later. That night. I dreamed of skc: The blackness swallowed me:. Jun like the old days. This intensity and excitement made me realiu: I had become an armchair warrior whose battles were cho. Now I w: A Fire at Sea What ;s to give light must end ure burning. Thursday afternoon. I checked alit of my hOld. The walk was f: The surfboard In spite of the setting sun. Lie was comfort: SlUffed my clothing and wallet my pack. Then I carried the heavy board out inca thigh-deep surf and set it down willi a loud slap on the glassy surface.

With a l: I pushed off. Panting with exertion. I finally broke through the: Resling on the ocean's gentle rise and fall. I wondered about rhis strange initiation. Pleasant enough in the tropical sea. All night? The rhythmic ocean S'ovells soothed me into a pleasant lassitude. I lay on my back and gazed lip into the constellations of Scorpio and Sagittarius. My eyes scanned the heavens and Illy thoughts drifted with the current as I w: I sat up. I found myself straddling the board as it rocked with the swells.

Until I awoke. I hadn't rc: I wondered if enlightenment was like that. I was looking around. I scanned the horizon in every direction, but with [he Sc:: Jnd h: J 1 no sense of time o r bearings. How long had I driftc: With a chill, I realittd I might be drifting str: Gripped by a sudden p: I forced myself to Cllm my breathing.

Paranoid fanrasic: What if this old wonmn is an c: What if she has a score 10 settle: But I had cC rl: My usual methods of rC3lilY lesting weren't helping. As soon as I fought off one wave of fcar, another would roll in. My mind sank beneath the surf:!. I fdt small and alone,: Houl'l'i passed ,: IS filr: S I could reckon.

But no all: The clouds blO[ ed Ollt the moon and 5t;IrS. I driftcd in: Sputtering and spitting OUt S: I hnd heard about strong currents that could pull someone strnighr out to sca. Then an even more dismrbing revd: I had no shirt or sunscreen, no food. For the first rime. I mean. ICCS above and below. I could: The clouds dissipated. Except for the OCc: Once in a while, I splashed my feet in the salty water, or hummed a tunc 10 reassure my ';ll'S. But soon enough, the tunes died.

A sense of dru. As the day wore on, I grew thirslY. I would bum 10 death on the cool green Sc: The hours passW with agoniz. By the lace afternoon. All nigln. Even ,he sliglllcst movement felt painful.

I shivered as I husted myself, overcome with remorse:. Why had I done such a foolish thing? How could I h: Was she crud, or merely mistaken? Either way, the outcome was the same: I would die whhau! I asked myself 31r-lin and: I hlY still, my ski n blistered and my lips I think I would have: Dark douds appeared with Ihe dawn, and a rainslorm swept over, giving me 2 few hours of shade.

I had nothing to hold the water save: I lay back with my jaW! I removed my minks so they could soak up evtry possible: My lips crncked into deep fissures. Surrounded by walcr. I was dying of Ihirst. MTo a stlrving man, God is brad. A Fira 01 Sao 33 I smycd in ,he mller, clinging to the board, for most of the morning. But i, did nothing for the horrible Ihint. Later, in the aflernoon, I thought t s: Bu[ as my skin blistered and I grew more parched, Ihe: Like a deer that bares its ,hroot to [he lion, a small but growing part of me: When night c: In my ddirium, I dreamed of swimming in a mountain spring, drinking my fill, lyi ng in a ,--aIm pool, and letting the waler seep into my pores.

Then the smiling r. Drifting in and OUI of consciousness with the risc: In a lucid moment, I knew thai if I didn't find land by the next day, it would be over. Pictures flashed by: H all, I don't remember. Morning came milch too soon. Thai day I learned about hell: Y in the cool water, to let Death take me - anything [0 StOP the pain. I cursed the body, this mortal body. It was a burden now, a source of suffering. Bllt another pan of me hung on, dctcnninc: The sun moved with agoni7.

I lay exhausted through the next night - neither awake nor asleep - floating in purgatory. Squinting; through swollen lids, I saw a vision of cliffs in dlC distance, and imagined I heard the fuim pou nding of surf against the rocks.

Then, suddenly nlert, I reali7. Cd it was no vision. It was real. Hope Jay ahead, and Ijfe. I started to cry, but found Ilmd no tears left. A surge of energy coursed through me; my mind, now crystal clear, snapped into focus. I couldn't die now - I wa. With all my remaining strength, I started paddling toward shore. I was going to liw. The cliffi now towered above me like gigantic skyscrapers, dropping straiglll down 10 the 5ea.

With increasing speed, driven by the surf.

I moved toward the rocks. Abruptly, the surf turned Ilngry. I remember grabbing for my board as it snapped inw the air and came crashing down. Then I muS have p: Inside Ihar cabin, ;l womans. MOLOKAI - where, in the , the lepers had been ailed, left to dk, isolated from the rest of the world by fear and ignorance.

IJId love of nature. Molokai was ready to welcome: She prayed and moaned and cried for her child. OIl1ins weakly. If I felt thir5ty. I was alive! My head throbbed; my skin burned. And I couldn't sec; I was blind! J moved my arm, now incredibly weak. J h3d no idea where I W3S - in a hospit: Maybe I h3d been ill or in some kind of accident.

Or m3ybe il was all a dream. After ber first child had died, ntlrly ten years before, she had vowed never to have another; she couldn't live through the polin of another such loss.

But when she pmed the age offorlY, she knew th: It was now or never. So Mitsu Fujimoto and her husband, Sci. After many months, Mitsu's face grew radiant. The Fujimotos were to be blessed with a child. Now Mitsu lay cantoned on her manress, panting and resting between contrnctions - exh: My skin was on fire; alii could do was moan, and bear it.

As if in answer, a cool cloth touched my forehead; then a soothing odor filled my nomils. Me emotions vcry d ose to the surface, I fclt a teu run down my check. I reached up slowly and clasped the small hand that held the clolh. I was surprised by the voice of a girl - a young girl. I need clean sheets - now.

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YI'1l need three cle. Thcn run back down to the truck and bring dIe oxygen. This might be a difficult binhing. D from incessant pain ro a mild throbbing.

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Tears stung my eyes. But no olle he: I remembered something Socrates had wid me about the search for ullimale meaning.

I mUllered, berorc dropping off 10 sleep.

Mama Chia cleaned up,: He cried unabashedly. SSion told her that neither his thanks nor his tears would be adequate payment in Fuji's eyes - it was a matter of pride and honor - so she added, "I'd loye some vegetables when you harvest, You grow the best yams on the i.

After a few more sips, the hands carefully smoothed some kind of salye oyer Illy f. My headache was nearly gone, and my skin, though it fdt tight, no longer burned.

I opened my eyes; the g: IS alone, on a COt, in the corner of a small, bill dc-. Light poured in through makeshift shades. A wooden chest sat at the fOOl of the bcd.

A chcst of drawers stood against the far wall, Many questions passed through my mind: Where am 11 I asked myself, Who saved me? She had jet black hair and a k. Sachi for short - " "Who is Mama Chia? She's reaching me about the kahuna ways. I drifted 10 Moloklli! It had been a busy wc: Sm her work called forrh an energy beyond thac of her physical body. She continued down the p: Hh through the fOfCst. Her flowerro dress, still damp from a rain 5hower, bore spots of mud on its lower border.

Her hai r dung to her forehead in wet strnnds. She pa. The late afternoon sun slanted in and lit the opposite wall. Feeli ng New Beginning. I tied to sit up tben thought bener of it. This was no dream; the p: The old woman set her cane against the wall, fluffed up my pillow, and gently pushed me back on the bed. She wasn't smiling. She turned to the young girl.

Why would I need sunscreen: Why didn't you tell me what I would need? She paused, puzzled and thought: MI s,1id. Mit ended with the words. Chia dosed M her eyes; a mixlUreof emotions passed over her fa ce for a moment, thcn diS! Shaking her head 5adly. M The next p: I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. We laughed, bec: Still laughing. Here, my friends, students, p: Ilmost killed - call me Marna Chia. There is a mil,: Some friends helped carry you Ilere," "Where are we?

If you had! Her words trailed off. I'm sorry for what you had to endure. I intended to give you a test of fuith, not set you deep-fried," she apologized again. And how did you find me i. But I w. When my eyes somehow locked onto your message, a surge of electricity passed through me, I felt a sense of dminl'.. Why would you care? It's time you ate somedling-. Reaching into her backpack.

And I'd r. Its sweetness melted OntO my tongue; I inhaled its ;trom;l.. And it h3. I asked between bites, "So how did you find me - back in Honolulu? Mama Chia smiled. And now it's time for me to go and for you 10 rest. MThere's a bigger picture you don't yet see - one day you may reach OLlt to others Now close your eyes, and sleep. The word sruek in my mind, and pulled me back to all incident years before, to a time with SOCl'"Jtes.

We were walking back toward the Berkeley campus aFter a bfC'. As Soc li nd I neared campus, a nudem handed me a flyer. I gbnced at it. II's about saving the whales and dolphins. Last week. What docs that have to do with I figured it was some kind of test. A5 Soc helped me up, he s: Then your actions wilt have power. M Sachiko arrived with some fresh fruit and a pilCher of water. Then, with a wave, she said, "-lime for school,M and ran OUt the door.

Soon after, Mama Chia entered. She rubbed more of the clean-smelling salve on my face, neck, and chest. Lincoln once said that ifhe had six hours to chop down a tree, he'd spend the first five hours sharpening the axe. You have a grc:: It will take time, and require great energy. Soon I'll have enough energy. Boginning1 I lay back down, suddenly feeling like a burden. MI really should go, I said. MDocs the di: Docs the neel impose on the swordsmith?

Please, M Dan. Stay a while.

I em rhink of no bClfer way to lise my energy. I've trained as a gymnast: I know how [0 work. And I did spend tirne with Socrates. MS ocra1cs prepared you for me; I'm to prepare you for what follows. What do you do around here. I don't sec ally banks inlhc vicinity. For YOIl, no hat at all. KMost of the time, I help my friends. Sometimes I just sit and do nothing at all.

Sometimes I pr. Seeing life from another point of view, if you know what I mean. I could barely sec her through the open front door as she limped, swinging her cane, up the winding path into the: I leaned back and w. I'd suffered a setback, but I had found her.

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My body dngled with a rising excitement. The road ahead might be: Barefoot on a Forest Path Tho deorc s! I found a knife and spoo n in Ihc dr: I reminded myself to slow down and chew.

Feeling beucr after breakfast, I decided to explore my surroundings.

Swinging my less o ver the edge of thc: Weak and unsrcady, I looked down al myself; I'd lost so much weight, my swim trunks nearly fell ofT. MI'JI c: I totrc: At least my kidneys were still functioning. I stared at my face in an old mirror. With its Doz. Parts of my back were still bandaged. How could that Iitlle girl Sachi bear 0 look at me, let alone louch md" M: I stayed in the shade of the cabin and trees.

The solid ground fdt good undC'r me, but my feet were: Without shoes, I couldn't go far. I won- dered if my backpack. If so, they might think I had drowned. Or, I thought darkly.

I'd hidden the pack toO wdl. I'd mention it to Mama C hia the next lime I saw her, which, as it turned out, wasn't to happen for several more days. I managed 0 walk up the tmil a little ways until f found a good vantage point.

High above me. Far below, through the lush trees, I could just make out bits of blue sky. My cabin, I estimated, lay about halfway between the upper cliffs and the sea below. Tired, and a linle depressed by my infirmity, I made my way back down the [ 'ail to the cabin, lay down. I ate Iropi. I suspected. Mama Chi: Path 51 Early mornings and late afternoons, I started walking farther, hiking a fcw hundred yards inco che lush valley, up through the rain forest filled with the smooth-skinned kukui tree, the twisting banyan, the towering p3.

Red and white ginger plants grcw everywhere among the delicate ammmlrlll ferns, and che red eanh was covered wich: At fiN! I tired quickly, bllt I soon gOt my breath back, climbing up into he moist, healing ai r of the min forest. Bdow, a few miles away, sheet cliffs.

How had they ever C3. The next few mornings, tmces of dreams lingered in my awareness - im: My Strength was returning and. I had found Mama Chia: Now what? Whal did I need to leam or do before she would direct me to the next step of my journey? My bare feet were getting used to the carth. I walked quickly down the grode. TIlinking I'd have a little fun with her, and proud of my speedy recovery. I hid behind the shed and peered our a" she emerged, punled.

She was no longer there. Afraid that she hOld gone away to look for me. I stepped Out from concealment and was about to call her when a hand lapped me on rile shoulder; I mrntd to sec: I was going to, but - " "Then how did I know you were: My smmach growled as she: I don't know how she got it all into her backpack. You r ally know how to cook. Her parentS must be proud of her.

Nine years ago. I helped bring Sachi into the world.

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When she was four, I also welcomed her little brother. Barefoot on 0 forell Polh 53 "Soon after her brother was born, Iiule Saehi ixt,oan [0 ask her parents to leave her alone with ,he new baby.

But she showed no s. The ' decided to allow it. They s: I'm starting [0 forger. IS joking. He said you'd hidden them well. First it takes your arm off, men it runs for hdp. IS she walked me b Bar. Those who did believe in their existence were labeled 'crackpots. But 'invisible' is nOt the same as imaGinary. The secrets have never been hidden, rea. But wh:!.

I'd like to hear more - " "And there's more: I'd like to tell you," she interrupted. Tomorrow we'll walk. I watched her swinging her cane and limping b:!. I yawned again. My strength was remrning; only a few scabs remained.

I decided I would keep it for now. After filling up on tropical fruit and homc: I guessed - I mpptti outside, srripp showered in a warm, dre nching downpour.

The min p. After a brief greeting.

She SlOpped a few times - once, 10 point out a colorful bird, another lime to show me:: After we a while, listening 10 the so llnds of mller falling into a pond. I ion was sparse after ,hat. We both h3d to concen- [[ate on our fooring along me perennially muddy trail. On either side of us, hI. The ride had JUSt gone our, leaving the s: The relaxing sea breeze felt good on my face and chesi.

Mama Chia st: IS if considering somelhing. Without further comment, she sat down on a mound of sand, crossed her legs, and said, "I nc: Perhaps later we can talk. I watched her for a few moments, then my: Feeling suddenly drowsy on this sullry day, glad for the shade of the sheltering cliff's, I stretched OUI on the blanket and closed my eyes.

And I had found her, against all odds, against ;ll hope. Life is amazing, I thought. Mama Chia's smi ling faee flashed before me, then vanished. In the blacknCS5 that followed, a human form appeared: Then, in the blink of an eye, I saw my own body appear within the circle, and it started spinning, cartwhc: Illuminated by the pale: I could scc all thi. Hing the belly region. I recognized this instantly as the Basic Self. Then my awucness rose above the head, where I began to sec a swirl of radi:: Flashe5 oflightning ripped the sky.

The wind wailcd, and trees a nle crashing down. Then the physiC: The Higher Self. The Basic Self now appeared as a child, surrounded by a reddish glow. It quailed and shrank back as the next fl ash of lightning lit iu face, revealing primal fear.

The Conscious Self took rhe form of a gray robot, whose computcri1. Cd head glowed with electricity; it I found myself following The Three S,lves 63 it, and watched as it huddled mere.

Thc child seemed shy, and didn't speak. As 1 gazed at it, I felt myself dr. In a microsecond. Confused by myriad images of paS[ storms and associ: Hions going back lifetimes, I huddled instinctively as fearful picturesa patchwork of genetic memories - nashcd through my childlike awareness.

What I lacked in clear logic, I improvised with primal instinct. I feI! In my wildness and fl eshiness. U world, completely at home in the body. I had little means to perceive refined beauty or higher faith; I knew only good feelings and bad feelings, Right now, I fdt a compelling need for guidance.

I needed the Conscious Self. JW[ then. Resentful and feel ing unapprtCiau: I nudged it to get its attention. Why didn't it listen to me? After all, I'd found shelter first. It still ignored me; I pushed it and slapped it.

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Furious, I ran outSide: In the next instant. The child [ had been now appeared as a distraction. I formulated, a solution to appease it. JuS[ rnen. I set this problem aside and walked stimy into [ne forest. Umroubled by emotions or sentiment. I saw the forest in shades of gray. Beauty to me was a definition. I knew lIothing of tile Higher Self, or faith. I sought wh: The body to me was a necess,1ty burden.

I was immune to rhe vag. And yet, withom the pl: I sterile world of prohlems and solutions. My awareness awoke, as iffrom a dream. S alice 3g: I broke free of the Conscious Self. From my new V: I saw both the Conscious Self and the Basic Self with their backs 10 each other. If only they were together. I appreci: Conscious Self. But withom the inspiration of the Higher Self, life felt insipid.

As I rc3lizcd this. I heard the Higher Self caUing me fro m somewhere in the fo rcst. I recognized this longing as one I h: For the first time, I knew wlm I had been searching for. The - Higher - Self-;, - '" - illusion. Again, I snapped back into the Conscious Self and saw one reality - then rebounded back into the Basic Sdf and felt another. Faster and f: TIlen, gl': II sky fum ing pink and purple above a calm sea. And ncarby sat Mama Chia, unmoving, g: RUT I wa.

I knew [his:: I now underuood that the physical symptoms I had experienced back home - the infections, the: I saw how fu r I still had to go.

I'm okay," J stllrted to answer, then stopped mysdf. I don't fed all right. I fed drained and depressed. Now you're back on Ihe right track. My Higher Self vanished. Why did it leave me? Where do I go from here? Still full of unanswered questions, I followed. The sand lurned 10 stones and eanh as we climbed up a sleep p3eh: I turned and looked back at the cove, slightly below us.

The dde was coming in. I blinked and looked again. Where the figure and circle had been, I thought I saw three figures - a sm.. At first I thought 1 was sTili dreaming. I stumbled into the bathroom. Dripping wet, I stepped back inside and grabbed a towel. It muS[ be nearly noon.

Did you miss: Arc 'ou going to help me See my Higher Self? What you saw came from the Inncr Records. She is the gateway to all his hopes and fears -- and the only one who can prepare him for what may follow. Deep in a rain forest on the island of Molokai, Dan encounters mortal challenges, vivid characters, and startling revelations as he ascends the peaceful warrior's path toward the light that shines at the heart of all our lives. In this compelling tale, the author breathes new life into ancient wisdom and reminds us that all our journeys are sacred, and all our lives an adventure.

Book jacket. Disillusioned with his life, unable to bridge the gap between knowing and doing, Dan sets out on a worldwide quest to rediscover his sense of purpose and source of inspiration.

A buried memory sends Dan on a search for a woman shaman, deep in a Hawaiian rain forest. She is the gateway to all his hopes and his fears - and only she can prepare him for what is to come. In worlds of shadow and light, Dan encounters inner tests, mortal challenges, shocking revelations, and unforgettable characters as he ascends the warrior's path to wisdom and peace.

This is the sacred journey we all share, the journey to the Light that shines at the heart of all our lives. She is the gateway to all his hopes and his fears -- and only she can prepare him for what is to come.

Dan sets out on a worldwide quest to rediscover his sense of purpose and source of inspiration.I hid behind the shed and peered our a" she emerged, punled. Learn more and more, in the speed that the world demands. Customers who bought this item also bought. A founl: A long shot. Nine years ago. Hion, on the other hand, Il: Your perception of life changes totally.

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