The Grace of the Guru

The dream started with me tied to the ground, perhaps half buried but not all the way. All I could feel was that I couldn’t move.  My gaze moved up to the top of the mountain to find an army of warriors, dressed in red and gold armor, with arrows ready to fire. I knew there was no way of getting out; their arrows were all pointed at me.  As they positioned their arms ready to fire, I felt fear … Read More