Want more peace and joy in your life? Daily
stress getting to you? With terrorism, layoffs
and pollution, can you feel safe and happy? Yes,
you can—by tapping into a little known, and
less-used, doorway to internal security. This
entry is not really hidden as much as misplaced.
As a culture, we’ve lost the use of this innate
We each have our own personal portal to
peace. The treasure hunt begins with an inner
feeling triggered by outside circumstances. It’s
a timeless game of internal guidance by external
clue. For millennia, ancient civilizations and
native peoples have been playing this sport for
fun and good fortune.
Don’t Shrug off that Weird Feeling!
Have you ever felt a rush of recognition wash
over you? Do new people or places seem vaguely
familiar? Do you ever get a sense that you’ve
been in this exact situation before?
This strange feeling of connection with
places and people is a clue, a flag, a signal.
This sense of familiarity marks a gateway to a
personal gold mine of clarity and strength.
"It’s Deja-vu All Over Again!"
Yogi Bera’s famous outburst reminds us of the
repeating nature of this phenomenon. The French
phrase "deja-vu" literally means "already seen"
or "seen before." How? When? Where? These
questions invoke the intrigue that gets us to
play the gambit of a lifetime—the voyage home.
If approached as such, this feeling of
familiarity can be a fortuitous opening or
opportunity. This sensibility can be a portal to
your intuition and inner wisdom—which, in turn,
can help you make the right moves in life to
bring you home to yourself safe and sound!
How Does the Game Work?
Act on the sensation of familiarity as you
flow through your day. Instead of brushing aside
the hazy sense of foreknowledge, follow the lead
of these glints of recognition. As in a treasure
hunt, one clue leads to the next until you find
the prize at the end—your internal center of
clarity. Take my recent journey to China, for
A Hong Kong Homecoming
One day, "out of the blue" a metaphysical
bookstore owner in Hong Kong emails me to come
to China to present my workshops at her store
after she likes what she reads on my website.
Oddly, her name and store don’t seem as foreign
as her country. My intuition screams "Yes! Go.
You know her." My rational mind moans "No!" to
the notion of an expensive 19-hour plane ride
halfway around the world based on a "hunch." I
can’t pin down the connection I feel to her or
Hong Kong. Yet, because similar subterranean
magnetism has led me to many fruitful
adventures, I buy my ticket to the Far Out—I
mean, the Far East.
Mystery in the Mist
Hong Kong is a funky mix of ultramodern glass
and steel—and traditional mud bricks and stone.
Appearing and disappearing in the swirling mist
shrouding the fabled South China Sea, strangely
familiar Chinese junks cruise alongside sleek
ocean liners. Impressions coming and going like
the boats in the fog, I see details of the
inside layout of a sampan—although I’ve never
laid eyes on one before!
Winding my way through narrow alleys
cluttered with shacks selling everything from
jade to silk, elephant tusks to exotic birds in
gilded cages, I sense that I’ve walked these
cobblestone streets long ago. I feel some lost
connection with the bizarre goods being hocked
so boisterously. At dawn, hundreds of people
fill pocketsize parks with the graceful beauty
of Tai Chi and Chinese Sword Dance. Goosebumps
on my arm inform me that I, too, practiced these
arts in some other era.
Open-air fish tanks in front of every
restaurant promise fresh, tasty morsels of squid
and eel. The pungent smells of savory spiced
pigeon ricochet through my sensory memory bank.
Surprisingly, it doesn’t strike me as unusual to
eat the head, feet, ears and nose of fish, pig,
dog and insect, as the locals enjoy in this land
that is not really as alien as I thought.
I wend my way between sacred stone temples
dwarfed by cloud-kissing skyscrapers. Strolling
through the eternal beauty and harmony of the
shrine gardens, I see flickering images of me
trimming the delicate bonsai trees and tending
the elegant ponds of coy and turtles graced with
waterfalls and high arched footbridges.
The Gang’s All Here!
At dawn one day, my odyssey of sensory recall
guides me to a train bound for a remote Buddhist
shrine in the far countryside. I’m inexplicably
compelled to visit this secluded site by the
same mystical resonance I’m feeling with other
aspects of Chinese culture.
The only way to reach this mountain retreat
is to climb a steep footpath that penetrates a
dense bamboo rainforest teeming with screeching,
brilliantly colored tropical birds. Through a
thick mantle of low-
clouds, I pass scores of human-sized,
gold-plated statues of Buddha, situated every
few feet on the ascending trail.
Each Buddha strikes a unique pose—some
sitting in the traditional cross-legged
position, while others laugh uproariously, or
wrap their arms warmly around the shoulders of
another monk. The Buddha's are young and old,
male and female, Asian and Negro. Many figures
are dancing and playing. A few ride an animal,
such as a tiger, tortoise, elephant, bear or
dragon. Baby Buddha's roost on the knees and
shoulders of one large jolly fellow. Some monks
are elaborately clothed, while others don only a
Startled, I realize I’m not using my own
energy to climb. A fierce and foreboding force
is catapulting me up the 500 slippery,
dew-soaked steps of the hillside! At first, I
zoom past each statue. Then the irresistible
pull of familiarity draws me to sit and pray in
front of each figure. I feel I once knew each
Buddha personally—as a close friend or teacher!
I flash on vivid scenes of me living tranquilly
as a monk in other lives.
Rendezvous with Destiny
Yes, now I understand my attraction to these
lively icons. Each Buddha radiates a different
vibration, energy or feeling. Each Buddha
represents a different mood or aspect of God. As
I reach out to touch each statue, I’m infused
with a tangible electrical current—the vibration
of that particular Buddha’s unique energy or
spirit. The tingling sensation ripples through
my whole body in orgasmic waves. As I connect
with each successive Buddha, I dissolve more
deeply into the Oneness of Being—and enter into
a profound peace.
From each statue I receive a personal
message, transmitted through touch and
vibration. The communication from each Buddha is
the same! They’re all inviting me to choose to
join them in their exalted ascended state. They
speak to me of the serenity, freedom and
lightness of letting go of attachment to worldly
affairs. The Buddha's tell me they know that
I’ve read about Chinese Mountain Men in my youth
and have a lifelong yearning to follow in their
footsteps. They’re right on the button—I mean,
Buddha! The blissful state they embody is my
The time-honored tradition of the Mountain
Men is that when a person has fully experienced
having a family, business and worldly fame, he
or she chooses to walk out of their town and up
into the empty mountains to join Spirit in
Oneness with Nature and God. The Buddha's
whisper to me, "You know in your heart, it’s
time for you to prepare yourself to walk out of
your worldly adventure into the spiritual realms
of the Mountain Men." Yes, I’m shaken, scared
and excited by their collective invitation! As I
write this, I feel the blessing and allure of
Follow the Yellow Brick Road
In the Land of Oz, where does the enticing
road lead the Lion, Scarecrow and Tinman? Back
to themselves—that is, back to ourselves! Back
to our own Courage, Brain and Heart. Follow the
feelings of familiarity in your life back to
your own natural clarity and joy.
Drawing from the wisdom of native and ancient
spiritual traditions, Keith Varnum shares his 30
years of practical success as an author,
personal coach, acupuncturist, filmmaker, radio
host, restaurateur, vision quest guide and
international seminar leader with "The Dream
Workshops." Keith helps people get the love,
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