Even though it’s winter time in Crab Orchard, we’re still very busy getting the Inner-Revolution rolling! The meditation hall foundation and subfloor are complete, and the walls will be started this coming week. It’s all being built with volunteer labor and donations, so if you feel moved to help in either capacity, we sure would appreciate it! We’re super excited about having a place to hold programs and teach folks how to relax and de-stress 🙂
More exciting news is that Avi’s first book, “Heart of a Mystic” is out! It’s available on Amazon as a paperback and Kindle as an e-book. Avi wrote this book soon after his period of intense meditation, so there is a lot of thought-provoking information in there that is very beneficial to new seekers as well as people who have been on the path of seeking for a while.
I’ve read the book several times, both in e-book form and paperback. Call me old-fashioned, but I just love the feel of a book in my hands. I noticed things in the paperback that I didn’t in the digital format–strictly an individual choice though–they are both awesome!
Here’s an excerpt from the book:
“When a Woman Speaks
Why do I feel like I am in the wrong world; a world made by man for himself. I hardly enjoy the roles he puts me in because something is always amiss. I just want to be left alone, to get drenched in the rain, to be scorched in the sun, and to enjoy a few moments of my simple aliveness. He only likes dreaming about big things, and how can I be a part of his world; I am neither big, nor a dream, nor a thing.
I know–his world has no space for the span of my tiny wings. If he is too busy trying to become a batman or a spiderman, how can he notice a butterfly dart around? Yet, I cannot complain. He is meant to be everything I am not. All I ask him is to let me be; I am the source of my joy, I was born with enough of it. Just tell him to make some space. There is much joy in watching me flutter here and there, than to see me confined in the boundaries of his ill-conceived plans.
There are moments when my whole being screams to tell him; No, this is not what I am here for, I have dreamt all this in different colors. All the pictures of my dreams are painted using soft and gentle feathers of my desires; don’t ask me to recolor them using your filthy broomstick. Bang your manly head to that wall over there a few times and then look at me. At least then you will be able to see; all my gentleness and softness are what you were drawn to. I was your invitation for a casual stroll in a fragrant garden of life.
In the beginning you did stroll for a few moments, all the while looking for things to change. Eventually you became my gardener; trimming my spreading limbs and constantly clearing out my surroundings of all newly emerging companions. I was still happy though, to see you enter my garden every day and working hard with those manly hands to change me. My heart swells with tears when I realize that all this was a long time ago. Now I am just an empty garage, used only for storing your rusting gardening tools. I had dreamt all this in different colors.”
Here’s the link: https://www.amazon.com/Heart-Mystic-Avi-Nash/dp/1729452558/ref=cm_cr_arp_d_product_top?ie=UTF8