The End of Abuse

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There’s no superficial answer to the question of family or racial abuse or the subjugation of women to an inferior status. Women can blame men, and men can blame women, until both sexes discover that dysfunction is rooted so deeply in the human psyche that superficial answers don’t touch the core of the problem. There will be no equality of gender status or termination of physical abuse until people begin to transform their own deep-rooted anger and prejudice into a ...

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A Miracle at Coffee Creek

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It’s quiet except for the clang of steel doors as guards and inmates move from cell to room in Coffee Creek Women’s Prison. Even the door to the chapel is made of steel.

1:00 PM – Inmates begin to show up for meditation class. They are openly friendly, wide-eyed, a bit cautious, yet eager to learn what I have to teach. They all look at me as if I’m something special, yet, I can sense fear, lack of trust, a hunger ...

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Dr. Don Baham interviews Stuart Perrin and Kristina Jones on the subjects of meditation and anti-human trafficking.

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In this video, Dr. Don Baham interviewed myself and Kristina Jones on the subjects of meditation and anti-human trafficking.

The use of meditation to heal ourselves is a fundamental means of transforming what’s killing us into life giving energy.  Happy people don’t traffic children; people who are full of love and joy don’t abuse children or subjugate them to sexual slavery.  Spirit and practical living, the esoteric and day-to-day life aren’t independent and separate realities.  They must ...

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The first touches of spring …

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The first touches of spring…warmer weather…rain instead of snow…the feeling that life is getting ready to explode all round me.  Nature is the best reminder that everything moves in cycles.  There is no rebirth without death; there is no spring without winter; and when that burst of colorful joy covers vast stretches of ground, one can almost hear flowers sing and the forests awaken with a sigh – the voice is pure, unfiltered, a manifestation of winter letting go and ...

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Hymie ‘The Rag’ Goldberg

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After a night of snow, the streets of New York had mountainous drifts butted up against cars and sidewalks that were being cleared by superintendents and store clerks.  Augustine had to meet Martin at his studio to discuss an editorial job for an art magazine Martin had decided to publish.  While walking on Second Avenue, he heard the shrill laughter of Hymie ‘The Rag’ Goldberg, a six-foot-seven inch Jewish man with the mentality of a five-year old ...

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The luckiest or unluckiest person on earth

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In November of 2004, Augustine’s friend Lauren asked him to monitor an English composition class that she taught in an Upper West Side New York City high school. She promised him that he would find it interesting, especially a short piece written by an Iraqi student. When the boy’s time came to read, he got up and walked slowly to the front of the class. His hands shook. He could barely face the other students; and when he looked sheepishly ...

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The Karmic Merry-Go-Round

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My spiritual teacher, Rudi told me many years ago:  “You never serve people, just God.”

The flighty, flimsy, unstable nature of people is like water flowing through one’s hands.  You never know from day to day whether they love you or hate you.  It’s the same emotion twisted into many different shapes.

The only stable relationship we have on earth is with God, but we’re blinded by mental, emotional and sexual needs and we think external entities are going to fill them. ...

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The Exhibition…

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Augustine grappled with a prose poem he’d been writing. He tried to create a collage of images, some connected, others not, but all part of a dream sequence that revealed discordant elements he’d seen while walking on the streets of New York City. More dreamlike than practical, he pushed the limits of his talent to bring it together. He finally decided that his vision could be more appropriately painted on canvas than written on paper. He had wracked his thoughts ...

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