Spiritual Guidance Blog

Life continues to show me that I can trust…that I can trust Life itself. It is easy to trust Life when everything is going tickety-boo. But what about when Life isn’t going as planned? Or when Life deals us a bad hand? Or when Life seems just damn hard, even cruel? Can we trust Life then?

I have shared in recent newsletters some of the challenges I have faced over the past year with my partner being plunged into long-term care, my selling our home, and moving into an apartment. It has been a challenging year indeed. But as I have also shared, it feels like there is a purification of sorts unfolding. And the longer I walk through this purification, the more I can trust that Life has me gently in His or Her hands and that I am being gently guided—although it feels anything but ‘gentle’ at times.

During a particularly trying day recently, as if on cue, Life offered me at article by Omid Safi, as published on Awakin.org. The article was titled “Don’t Leave Me Raw.” The article began as a beautiful parable about a woman cooking chickpeas in a pot of boiling water. When the woman dropped the chickpeas in the water, the chickpeas starting screaming and yelling to get out of the water, because the water was hot and the chickpeas were burning in the boiling water. The woman gently told the chickpeas that she would only take the chickpeas out of the water once the chickpeas were done cooking.

The parable was a metaphor for those times in our lives when we are going through challenging times and are too quick to want to get out of the ‘boiling water.’ We don’t want to experience the uncomfortable sensations of being burned. But the article goes on to talk about the essentialness of being cooked in these circumstances…

How often we end up being like this. We find the fire of love that cooks us, the fire that transforms us. We begin to cook, to ripen, to soften, and mature as human beings, only to turn away from the love. Being cooked is hard, letting go of our “raw”ness is painful. The ego cannot stand love, and it begs and pleads to be taken out of the fire of love. We stay half-baked, half-cooked, which is to say: half-raw.

To be taken inside another human being at this state causes everyone: indigestion.

We ourselves are the raw chickpea, we ourselves are the fire of love, and we ourselves are the mystic chef/lover who pushes us back into the flame.

May we have the heart, the courage (the word courage comes from root word for having heart) to go through the cooking. May we have the courage to commit ourselves to the flame. May we have the heart to finish our cooking, to make each of us worthy of being inside the heart of another fellow human being.

What a precious metaphor and teaching. Its presence in my life was timely to say the least! Let us have courage. Let us have the courage to let Life lead us through Life. Let us have the courage to trust…to trust in Life.

Robert Meagher has been ordained as an Interfaith Minister and certified as a Sacred Attention Therapy (SAT) Therapist. Robert is the Founder and Spiritual Director for Spiritual Guidance and Co-Founder of the Center for Human Awakening.

More than 25 years ago, I visited Egypt as part of a Mediterranean cruise I took with a group of friends. One of the ports of call on this cruise was Alexandria, Egypt. I had the option of visiting the Great Pyramids of Giza while stopped in Alexandria. We were in port for 8 hours. The drive to/from the Pyramids was 3 hours each way. My idea of a good time was not spending 6 hours in a car driving to / from the Pyramids and only having 1 hour (and rushed at that!) at the famous site itself. So, I opted to stay in Alexandria and roam around the city for the day. A few friends joined me.

We were visiting Alexandria during Ramadan. Before leaving the ship, we were asked to respect the Ramadan ritual of fasting and not be seen eating during the day.

As we roamed the streets and alleyways of Alexandria, my friends and I were drawn to the enormous vats of food being cooked by street vendors. The food looked so delicious! There was humus, babaganoush, fresh pita bread, various shrimp dishes, spiced vegetables…all being cooked in these enormous vats heated by open flames. The smells were intoxicating.  We noticed many locals going up to the street vendors and buying food. We had been told that it is customary for locals to buy their food from the vendors during the day, take the food home, and begin eating at sundown.

It was approaching noon and my friends and I were getting hungry. So, we decided to buy some food from the vendors. We gathered a feast of local delights and proceeded to find a private location to eat our food. We certainly wanted to respect the people of Alexandria and their traditions recognized during Ramadan, the most obvious that of fasting during the day.

My friends and I found a quiet back alley that was silent and had no foot traffic. I did notice this long alleyway was lined on both sides by sets of French doors. I also noticed there was a building at the end of the alleyway with a very tall spire. I assumed it was a mosque. I didn’t think anything more of the setting. One of my friends placed a small blanket on the ground. We laid out our food on the blanket and began to indulge in the food we had purchased. It was easily the best food I ate the entire trip!

Part way through our culinary indulgence, we heard the bells chime on the spire at the end of alleyway. In unison, the sets of French doors lining the alleyway flung open and dozens of Muslims poured out into the alleyway and made their way toward the mosque. I realized in that moment that the chiming of the bells was the Muslim custom of ‘call to prayer.’

Before we could react to the unfolding, and cover our food, dozens of locals were walking past us, with our buffet of local delicacies laid out on our blanket. Some of these locals frowned at us, some spat at us, some smiled and giggled. I remember feeling awful at what must have been seen as a very disrespectful gesture on our parts. I remember thinking, “I will never let this sort of thing happen again.” Famous last words!

Fast-forward more than 25 years…

During a recent visit with my partner living in a long-term care home, I took my partner for an outing to get us some lunch. We purchased our lunch and brought it back to the home. The long-term care home my partner is living in is called Hillel Lodge and is part of the Jewish Community Centre in Ottawa. This day happened to be Saturday, which is Sabbath in the Jewish tradition. Instead of eating our lunch in my partner’s room, we decided to bring our food down to the lobby of the home where there is a large, open area, with tables and chairs for people to gather and sit. There is a Café in this area but the Café is closed on Sabbath. I was aware that Sabbath service was being held in the on-site synagogue. I also noticed there was a table set up in the area we were sitting in. The table had some food on it. I figured there must be some sort of gathering that would be taking place in the area we were sitting in. But I didn’t think more about the situation. My partner and I sat down at a table, took out our lunch, and began eating.

You know what’s coming, don’t you?...

Soon after we began eating, we heard people coming out of Sabbath service. Before I knew it, a crowd of people from the service surrounded us, filling up all the other tables. These people began to enjoy their food from the table I had noticed was full of food. I then realized the food that had been laid out on the table was kosher food.

So…here was my partner and I…OH!...did I mention my partner does not recognize his Jewish tradition? So…here was my partner and I sitting in the middle of a gathering of people who had just come out of prayer service and were gathering with their community to, in the Jewish tradition, enjoy some kosher food, and we were there eating our non-kosher food. Flashbacks of sitting in the alleyway in Alexandria came flooding back! I couldn’t believe I had done it again! Yet again!

My partner and I quietly finished our meal as inconspicuous as possible. As my partner and I rose from our table to leave the gathering, I turned to put my coat on and glanced over toward the Rabbi who happened to be looking at me. I smiled and gave him a respectful bow. The Rabbi smiled and waved goodbye.

But there was something in the eyes of the Rabbi. Something I will never forget. It was a twinkle. He had sized up the scene very quickly and realized we knew what had unfolded. The Rabbi saw we meant no harm, that we had not been aware the space, on Saturdays at that time, was used by the community to gather after their prayer service. The Rabbi was offering me forgiveness in the truest sense. He was saying with his smile that there was nothing wrong with what had transpired and released us from any thought of wrong-doing or disrespectful behavior.

Robert Meagher has been ordained as an Interfaith Minister and certified as a Sacred Attention Therapy (SAT) Therapist. Robert is the Founder and Spiritual Director for Spiritual Guidance and Co-Founder of the Center for Human Awakening.

Life is an amazing teacher. And recently, I have been ‘schooled,’ figuratively speaking, and literally.

Western allopathic medicine has never resonated with me. Most of my life I have been oriented to seeking alternative approaches to health and wellness. Yes, I have undergone treatments over the years in traditional western medicine. But I have equally, and especially over the past 20-25 years, looked to wholistic approaches to treat my ailments.

It may come as a surprise then, and it certainly has been for me, to learn that at the beginning of January 2025, I entered Medical School at the University of Ottawa to begin self-directed studies in Human Kinetics. The very first course I took was Cellular Anatomy and Physiology.

Why on earth would I do this? Well…my reasons for returning to University were multi-faceted. But my decision to study Human Kinetics was out of a growing interest in the intersection and integration of human anatomy, physiology, nutrition and exercise. Over the past 10-15 years, I have developed a keen interest in endurance athletics. Over this period I have learned a lot on my own. I have worked with numerous trainers, read countless books, and learned a lot from many people. But I wanted to return to a structured learning environment to integrate my disparate learnings and have a more solid theoretical foundation to apply to my growing passion for endurance athletics.

My first course, Cellular Anatomy and Physiology, was a real challenge for me. My previous degrees and professional certifications were in unrelated disciplines (arts, commerce, psychology, business, management consulting, theology, psychotherapy). But I learned so much in my first course, far more than I thought I would, or more that I thought was even possible! I had some learning goals for this first course and those goals were met even before classes began! My readings in preparation for the first class helped me to answer some nagging questions that so many of my trainers had brought up for me, but could not themselves answer to my satisfaction.

I have often judged Western allopathic medicine harshly. I have even loathed the ‘system’ for seemingly dismissing alternative approaches to health and wellness. To say “I hated” Western medicine may be an exaggeration, but I wasn’t keen to give it much of my attention. But here I am, going through a Western medicine medical school, and really enjoying it!

No, I have not been converted. I will still choose alternative healing approach to any illnesses that may arise. But I have certainly developed a new level of respect for Western medicine. I understand much better why things are the way they are—not right or wrong, better or worse. I understand better how Western medicine thinks about health and wellness, and why.

The educational experience has allowed me to drop my judgements and disdain about and for Western medicine. In its place is a deep respect and appreciation for the human body and Western medicine’s approach to health and wellness. All the while being aware of the Truth of our existence, and who and what we truly are.

Life has taught me that to love something, or someone, all I need to do is stop hating. Hate is a strong word. I wouldn’t say I hated Western Medicine, but my judgements held the system in contempt. I have let go of that contempt and see Western Medicine in a very different light now. It has been a formative experience for me. To learn that in order to love something, all I have to do is stop hating it. All I need to do is stop judging it. And when I do, I allow myself to cease my separation from that thing. I allow myself to join with, to become one with the other. Oneness emerges and I am blessed with new awareness.

People have asked me “When do I know if my ego is doing the talking, or Spirit is flowing through me and the words I speak are of Spirit?”

This is a very important question and a very personal one. Like with most matters of this ineffable, philosophical nature, one size does not fit all. I have heard it said that the ego always wants to speak first. This teaching goes on to offer we must learn to pause before we speak and choose our words carefully. But how long do we pause? How long do we wait to respond, instead of react?

I have noticed something about my ‘talking,’ responding, reacting. There are times when I speak in response to a question or comment that something comes over me; I lose the sense that I am talking. The words flow out of me. I know my lips are moving, my mouth is moving to form the words. But it doesn’t feel ‘normal.’ When I am in this state, there is one, unequivocal commonality among these experiences…I cannot remember what I said. If I am asked to repeat what I just said, I simply cannot. I often can’t even remember the gist of what I said.

Unlike when I speak from the ego, I can often remember much of what I say, if not be able to repeat it verbatim. I have no problem being able to summarize or repeat the saliant points of what I said. This goes for anything—whether I am speaking in anger, defending myself, chatting with friends, having a conversation with an acquaintance or, generally, any person. If you ask me what I just said, I will probably be able to repeat myself or, at least, highlight the main point of what I said, repeating it another way.

But when I have those experiences of something talking through me, I am not able to remember what I say. It’s almost like another being or entity is speaking and I am removed from the conversation, in mind and body. It may not be surprising that most times I recall having these experiences is when I am in a group setting discussing spiritual matters or teachings, or in a therapeutic setting.

The other times I know it’s not the ego talking is when I sit in silence and not talk. Granted, in most of these situations, my mind is thinking with the ego. This may be obvious, but it is not without its important teachings. I will often get asked, as I am sure you have been too, “So…what do you think?” To which I increasingly respond, “I try not to think.”

The thinking mind is always led by/with ego. If we are thinking, we are engaging our ego. My act of sitting down in front of the computer, tapping on the keyboard to write/type this article, is an act of engaging my ego. Granted, I have had experiences, and heard of others’ experiences, whereby I sit down at the keyboard and, again, something comes over me and my fingers fly over the keyboard but I feel removed from the act. What comes out on the paper/screen flows effortlessly. But normally, as in the case of this and most every article I have ever written, I think my way through the article and, thus, think with the ego.

Is it any surprise that the core of any meditation practice I have ever engaged in invites me to clear my mind and let all thought go…to sit in stillness and empty my mind. It is from the egoless place (or less ego) that peace is possible.

Robert Meagher has been ordained as an Interfaith Minister and certified as a Sacred Attention Therapy (SAT) Therapist. Robert is the Founder and Spiritual Director for Spiritual Guidance and Co-Founder of the Center for Human Awakening.

“The use of miracles as spectacles to induce belief is a misunderstanding of their purpose.”

- A Course in Miracles (T-1.I.10)

There was a recent experience I want to share with you. Some may call it an awakening. Others may call it enlightenment. I will simply refer to it as an awareness.

I was having a rather peaceful week; each afternoon and evening I sat in meditation. Each sitting brought an awareness of the beauty around me. As I glanced out my living room window, the trees, the sky, the lights of the city, everything took on a beauty that felt more significant, more illumined, than I had noticed before. There was an expansive feeling to the moments.

As I sat with the awareness, on one day, my thoughts started to drift to recent events and people. As each event or person passed through my mind, I felt only beauty and love for the event or individuals involved. Whereas previous moments may have been only fleeting when experienced, these recent feelings of beauty and love remained with me for many minutes.

One of the events and people that revealed unprecedented teachings was the recent US election and Donald Trump. As I thought about the events, the election results, and Donald Trump himself, I just kept smiling and feeling only beauty and love for the event, the election results, and Donald Trump. Whereas earlier thoughts on the same may have resulted in a moment of the beauty and love, and then other fear thoughts would race in, I remained in this beauty and love for several minutes; just sitting there with only beauty and love surrounding my thoughts.

There was an awareness of the perfection of it all—the event, the election results, and Donald Trump. The awareness of the perfection of it all brought with it a most precious teaching. I humbly realized that not only did I not understand the event, the election results, or Donald Trump, but I no longer understand anything happening outside of me. I don’t know what anything outside of me is for. Furthermore, there is an awareness that it is all meaningless.

Even my inner work, all the time and energy I have seemingly spent on my spiritual growth and development, it too is not understandable. It too is meaningless. This does not mean the inner work has been without purpose. In and of itself, it is all meaningless, whether inner work, or outer work. It is only my thoughts about the unfolding that give it any meaning to me.

In my sittings, the awareness and gifts continued being offered to me. As I sat with the preceding awarenesses, there was an awareness that I no longer need to understanding anything. I no longer need to try to figure out the inner or outer world. I simply need, if anything, to witness it, and then let it go. This awareness offered me great freedom.

More important and significant than all the preceding, was the awareness to acknowledge the awareness, but to let it go and move on. Fixating on these moments in time, these windows on reality, on truth, will serve no one. The gift in these experiences, as egoic as they are, is to let them go and move beyond them. Cling to nothing.

I have had many of these types of experiences over the years. But this one is different in a significant way. I remember it! All previous illuminating experiences came and went, often without my being able to remember any of them. There would have been an awareness that something transpired, and it was a beautiful teaching, but I could not remember the details, the teaching. Sometimes I have scurried to a notepad to try and capture the teaching, but before I even got to the notepad, ‘puff!,’ it’s gone. This teaching has stuck with me weeks after the experience.

The preceding experience, the awareness, came without fanfare. There was no ‘illumination,’ no rapture. The skies did no open up. The seas did not part. It was rather subdued. Gentle. Sublime. It was like any other experience really. This one differed only in that it has brought a new way of looking at the world, my thoughts about the world, and how I choose to live within the world. There is a beautiful teaching… “Before enlightenment, chop wood, carry water. After enlightenment, chop wood, carry water.” These experiences don’t change our life, yet our life changes. Not because of the experience, but because of our awareness of the experience. It’s all egoic, afterall. All of it! Let it all go. Be grateful for the experience, but let it all go, move on and be aware in the next moment. For Robin Wall Kimmerer offers us… “Maybe there is no such thing as time; there are only moments, each with its own story.”

Robert Meagher has been ordained as an Interfaith Minister and certified as a Sacred Attention Therapy (SAT) Therapist. Robert is the Founder and Spiritual Director for Spiritual Guidance and Co-Founder of the Center for Human Awakening.