Wisdom From The Path
Are you interested in taking a journey toward enlightenment?
In these short, entertaining and deeply spiritual books, Rich shares the powerful lessons he has learned on his path so you too can experience a more enriched and connected life. In addition, you will receive an accompanying 20-30 minute guided meditation with each book in the Wisdom from the Path series. The books are intended to teach meaningful universal truths on an intellectual level while the meditations are designed to help you integrate these truths at a deep, heartfelt level.
Wisdom from the Path delves into the nature of Love itself and helps to shine the light on who you truly are along with the purpose of your existence. While the journey of the spirit is one based in Love, it is often accompanied by some pain and confusion caused by the mind. These books and meditations help the reader understand the mind’s role in your life and how to transcend it and all of its trappings. The real journey of the spiritual seeker is from the head into the heart. Wisdom from the Path provides a roadmap to take along with you as you walk your path.
Although we live in a world full of so much visible beauty, the most beautiful and fulfilling trip of all is taken deep into our own hearts. Allow these books and meditations to carry you deep inside where your soul silently awaits your arrival. Everything you need to live a life of complete joy, love and happiness exists within you. No amount of outward seeking will bring you to the peace and bliss that lies within.
If you want to get to the top of the mountain go with the person who’s got the map and has made the trip before.
Each book and corresponding guided meditation is sold for just $10.
Here is a brief excerpt from the opening of the first book in the Wisdom from the Path series titled This Delicious Energy:
There was a young boy of 6, who believed his entire life was actually a movie. He was the star and everybody else in the whole world was just an actor playing a role in a movie all about him. His eyes were the cameras and what they saw played on the screen in this film. It was similar to Jim Carrey in The Truman Show; the difference was that the boy knew (well at least believed) he was the star of this movie. He felt that if he turned his head fast enough he would catch a glimpse of the director sitting behind the scenes orchestrating this cinematic play of life. The boy had no tangible concept of God at this time in his life but if he did he/she/it would have been the director.
Honestly, this feeling that his life was just a movie lasted for many, many years. As he grew up, the logical, rational part of him discounted the preposterous idea that everyone in the world got together and had agreed to be extras in a movie about him and the childish idea was discarded.
Now a grown man, he had completely forgotten about that childhood
fantasy until a few years ago. He is starting to think that maybe that small, innocent child was right…perhaps his life, or at least the life his mind perceives, is not real at all. Perhaps his entire life is just a movie that he creates in his mind and watches through the camera lenses of his eyes.
Perhaps what we all perceive to be real is merely an illusion. Perhaps what we see with our eyes is not real at all. Perhaps we have it all backwards. Maybe left is right. Down is up. Out is in. White is black and black is white. Perhaps our perception is not our reality. Perhaps our fears are not real at all. Maybe our thoughts are not even our own.
That small boy was me.
Here is a brief excerpt from the opening of Book Two in the Wisdom from the Path series titled My Grandma, My Guru:
My mother’s mother, Ruth, was almost 90 when she passed away just one week before 9/11. She lived in a beautiful home with her devoted husband and had everything money could buy. My dad’s mom, Eve, is 92 and still alive and kicking as I write this. She never had 2 dimes to rub together, raised 3 kids in a tiny home with one bathroom, was always at least 100 pounds overweight and has lived in a nursing home outside of Chicago for the last several years because she can no longer care for herself physically.
One of my grandmas is the happiest person I have ever known and one was completely depressed. Take a guess which is which.
I remember the first time I went to visit Grandma Eve in the nursing home. It is a very nice, clean facility but it is full of a bunch of old, sick people! I saw men in wheelchairs with their heads completely slumped over. There was an elderly woman at the nurse’s station having a conversation with herself-she thought it was 1950. And then there was my Grandma, sitting in her chair smiling, talking to everyone in sight. She saw me and just lit up. We sat and talked and laughed.
“Richard!” she bellows, (yes, she calls me Richard), “my body doesn’t work so well, but my mouth still works just fine!”
I stayed and visited for about an hour until she had had enough of me. I wheeled her to the lunch room and left. As soon as I exited the home, I broke into tears. I could not imagine living in a place like that. But then I quickly stopped and thought “wait a second… she LOVES it there… she is totally happy. She is the queen of the place and everyone loves her.” Just because I could not fathom living there was completely irrelevant! She is happy and nothing else matters.