Peace for me is not the absence of war. It is a vibration that exists within us and needs tuning into, to feel it. This is about feeling good, it is that simple; A feeling of beauty and joy independent of the circumstances of our lives.

In the Bhagavad Gita, sometimes called the Song Divine or Song of Love, Krishna, is the warrior Arjuna's charioteer. Arjuna has been cheated of all his lands and possessions, by his uncles at dice. It has come to war.

Arjuna is beside himself on the battlefield of Kurukshetra. He bemoans his fate to Krishna, saying that his family is dear to him. “No good can come of this; even if I beat my uncles in battle I will be undone in grief at their demise.” he says.

Krishna attempts to rally Arjuna from his low state, telling him "arise warrior now is your destiny "Arjuna will not be persuaded and argues his case. 

Krishna says “Arjuna because you are my friend I will show you my real nature and my name. I am the unborn and the undying I am all worlds and dimensions. This earthly form you see is temporary.” He proceeds right there on the battlefield to initiate Arjuna into raj or royal yoga, the highest of unions. Arjuna realises who Krishna is as he is taken into a whirlwind of light and other worlds and sees the underlying nature of everything which he perceives as Krishna. 

“No man can do anything to any other man, you take too much importance on yourself to think you can kill or be killed.” Krishna tells him.

He continues “Arjuna now you know the name beyond names, which cannot be spoken. It is in you as a vibration, feel it. Remember this vibration in consciousness and fight.” This is the essence of the Bhagavad Gita. Remember me and fight. 

There are many details in the Bhagavad Gita. There are five horses on the chariot. Krishna says “Give me the reins, direct the senses with the heart, then you are free to fight. Fight with courage and accept this destiny and you will be spoken of with awe and love for generations because you have faced your foes and embraced your destiny as a warrior.” The five horses are obviously the senses, the chariot our physical body the battlefield the circumstances of our lives, Krishna our divinity our heart.

This secret unpronounceable name is life-force itself. It is spoken within us as the original vibration and delivers breath. The breath given attention will bring us to a place of being, independent of circumstance. The most beautiful parts of ourselves that we seem biased towards are joyous and harmonious in nature. This yearning to cultivate these qualities lie within us awaiting discovery. Even amidst the horror of war,  Arjuna, the archetypal warrior came to an indescribable peace  a place of alignment and acquiescence to his destiny. 

Peace is not a luxury it is a necessity to keep our balance in a changing world.

Accept and acknowledge this breath, tune into it, and align yourself with all beings that are consciously tuning into this vibration now.

Peace fulfilment and abundance be ours in this moment and in the coming year and decade.

This tale is unbelievable; unbelievable to me who lived it but undeniable and true, so I have found my resolution to tell this extraordinary account of this incident from my life. 
I had complications with TB at the age of 30 so spent many years in a wheel chair, however by the millennium, 15 years later I had progressed to walking on sticks. I was though still in incredible pain and surges of electricity like energy would course down my leg making me scream. I became addicted to painkillers and my curtailed life. 
One night at a party filled with successful witty and charming people that were well disposed towards me I felt so low. It was an ideal party yet I had no energy to take part in it.

I found a room that was empty and turned on the TV. I thought about my wonderful life and how dreadful it had become, where I couldn’t even enjoy an evening with my friends. The pain and my bad humour were unbearable. I reached the lowest point of my life.

After a while I began though to think not of the bad times but of the good years the joy of friends and travel. Particularly I thought of Prem Rawat a man from Haridwar in Uttar Pradesh India whom I had met on my travels who had freely given me a meditation-like practice he called self-knowledge. I remembered how simple yet profound this knowledge was and how good it felt to practice.

It hurt me to think that I had largely stopped it. I knew in that moment that I couldn’t live any longer as I was. I swore to myself that I would practice what I had been shown every day. Although it was not always easy, I did this, and from that day every aspect of my life improved. If there were clouds in my day then I knew that the sun was behind then and the clouds would bring rain to nourish the earth and so me. My cup often half-empty was half-full and filling.
A life with joy and gratitude as its base, blossoms. One day I felt really good and was thinking of starting some gentle exercise. Knowing I couldn’t join a class with my disability, I went to the bookshop to buy a book on tai chi; hoping that in the privacy of my own home I could practice and attain a level that would allow me to train under a teacher later.

In the bookshop I found a manual on tai chi and then went to explore the other books. I had always been a fan of Carlos Castaneda’s writings about his magical apprenticeship in Mexico. On the shelf I found a book by him, that I hadn’t read, called The Magical Passes subtitled The Practical Wisdom of the Shamans of Ancient Mexico. The book excited me; filled with 

descriptions and pictures of physical exercises it seemed to fill the gap, left by his earlier work. I left with this book and returned the tai chi book to the shelf.
With little energy, in pain and debilitated from my disability it was slow work learning from the book yet it still enticed me and I started to generate a daily practice.

I had a great feeling of energy, optimism and well-being. Practicing these Energy Passes, (www.beingenergy.com) needed a fine sense of balance. I had little balance without my walking sticks. Time and time again I would fall to the floor and have to pick myself up again, yet I continued with it day after day. It was a powerful and re-vitalising process.
I had been practicing daily for 6 months I was falling less, my body was stronger and I was a lot more alert. 

Like every day I meditated eat breakfast and then practiced Energy Passes. By the time I finished I was tingling all over feeling exhilarated.

Sweaty from my exercise I went to the bathroom to shave and bathe. I shaved and before bathing happened to catch my eye in the reflection from a full length mirror. I felt an immediate longing, a deep sense of love and attraction and heightened concentration.

I tuned into this growing feeling of deep love for myself: In and out of a real yet dream-like state, I slipped. Feeling that something incredible was happening I renewed my attentions. My love and attention drew from the mirror another being, my energy body. For a moment I was horrified. However as the being called by my attention stepped from the mirror I engaged with and became it. I looked at my vacated body staring in the mirror. It was uncomfortable sharing a room with it so I left.

I went into the front room and practiced the Energy Passes I knew. Many more appeared spontaneously and I danced my joy and determination. Never had I felt such power and wonder in my life.I moved with no thought breath by breath soaking up the immediacy of being. A thought came to me after many hours “You have gone mad, do you really think that you have left your body in the bathroom?” With a surge of energy I banished this thought yet after sometime the nagging voice returned and I had to respond by returning to the bathroom. As I walked in I saw my body as I had left it.

My nausea returned and with the nausea fear, panic and religious thoughts of demonic possession. 
A calm loving voice filled me. It told me to calm myself and return to my everyday body as I no longer had the energy to sustain this non-ordinary state of being. Somehow I did return. I was back in my body, I felt drained confused and excited. 
I still did not know the full implications of my experience. Yet it was obvious to me that what we consider reality is only one level of perception: An outer layer dictated by our thoughts.

The next day I visited a neighbour, he offered me a beer which I refused saying with surprise, “I don’t drink alcohol.” He offered me a smoke and I made a similar reply. I was as astounded as him. I realised also that I had walked to his house without my walking sticks.
After my experience I read a lot about this fascinating subject and other similar accounts and got what happened to me in context a little. I was re-vitalised, full of energy which was flowing in a way it hadn’t since childhood. I was optimistic full of appreciation, awe and joy at life.

I was no longer in pain, in fact just the opposite. I had never known it was possible to feel this good. I felt decisive and free. With no need for pain-killing medication I easily stopped using it. My doctor was surprised to see me neither dependant on walking sticks or medication. She said that it was a miracle. 
It has been a long time since I had this magical experience, I have continued with my practices and became a Being Energy teacher. I am deeply grateful for everything and everyone including my own effort that has made it possible.

We choose to believe we are a story, compiled of fleeting perspectives arranged in a linear sequence. This self-conforming linear story we have agreed to, imprisons us. It takes a leap of faith, of abandon to let go of our story.  We are mesmerised by an agreement to a partial view. 
This choice though it has the 

elements of seeming choice, is no choice. It is incomplete, bound, by definition, by belief and at that, a constrained and limiting belief. We are in essence indefinable. Only by experiencing who we are beyond description can we come to belief, acceptance and then the knowledge and actuality of this energetic fact. 

Otherwise it is all too far-fetched. How can we be the tendrils of a myth hidden and hinted at, yet never defined, whilst everything defined tells us it is madness, a superstition, a lie?  Every time we define or believe beyond total self-belief, we limit our possibility to choose and actualise what we choose.

We are duped into collusion with the world through unconsciousness, to demand verification for something that cannot be verified until we leap without verification. 
Life demands a gesture from us. At death we will be forced to take that leap. 

We will see then, at that point, whether there is any safety net. Maybe by forfeiting the right to choose consciously whilst we are alive, we place ourselves in an untenable position.
Look for the leap that is being demanded today, it is our birthright, not to be relinquished.

The universe has entered into an alliance with you. You have all the cards, you may change some of them. The result of the game will depend on how well you play your hand. The universe has given you everything you need for the game, this extraordinary undertaking that is life. 

Life is like a movie. You have the opportunity to be the director, the star and the audience. Are you the director of your experience? Is it a comedy or a tragedy? Have you been so beguiled by the role you have chosen, that you have forgotten you are an actor in this production?

The movie is still playing out. The director's final cut is still to be made. The game is not finished. Smile you are on camera.

You still have chips on the table, there are new hands to be dealt. Look closely at what you receive, change what is necessary and play as if there was no tomorrow.