Your Hidden Portal To Peace

Your Hidden Portal to Peace
Want more peace and joy in your life? 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 isn’t really hidden as much as misplaced. As a culture, we’ve lost the use of this innate inner compass.
We each have our own personal portal to peace. For millennia, ancient civilizations and native peoples have been taking advantage of this gateway to fun and good fortune.
Don’t Shrug off that Weird Feeling!
Ever felt a rush of recognition wash over you? Ever get a sense that you’ve been in this exact situation before? This strange sense of familiarity marks a passageway to a personal gold mine of clarity.
“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.” How? When? Where? These questions invoke the intrigue that gets us to play the gambit of a lifetime—the voyage home.
This feeling of familiarity is a fortuitous opening or portal to your intuition, which can help you make the right moves in life to bring you home to yourself!
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. As in a treasure hunt, one clue leads to the next until you find the prize at the end—your internal center of peace. Take my recent journey to China, for example.
A Hong Kong Homecoming
“Out of the blue," a Hong Kong bookstore owner— a stranger to me—emails me to come to China to present my workshops after she reads my website. 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. 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, 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 I’ve walked these cobblestone streets long ago. At dawn, hundreds of people fill pocketsize parks with the graceful beauty of Tai Chi and Chinese Sword Dance. Goosebumps running up 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 eel and octopus. The pungent smell of savory bird’s nest soup ricochet through my sensory memory bank. Surprisingly, it doesn’t strike me as unusual to eat the head, feet, ears, nose and testicles of rooster, pig, dog, pigeon, snake, snail, fish 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 myself trimming the delicate bonsai trees and tending the elegant coy ponds 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.
The only way to reach this mountain retreat is to climb a steep footpath of 500 steps that penetrates a dense bamboo rainforest teeming with screeching, brilliantly colored tropical birds. Through a thick mantle of low-lying clouds, I encounter scores of human-sized, gold-plated statues of Buddha.
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 Buddhas 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. Wild!
At first, a fierce and foreboding force catapults me up the first few slippery, dew-soaked steps! Then an 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
Each Buddha radiates a unique feeling or energy—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 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.
From each statue, I receive the same personal message, transmitted through touch and vibration. 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 Buddhas 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 lifetime longing.
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 Buddhas 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 the Buddhas.
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.

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© 2004 Keith Varnum
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From the roots of indigenous cultures and ancient spiritual traditions, Keith Varnum shares the underlying principles of all healing, transformation and success. After curing himself of blindness, Keith has perfected these practical secrets in his 30-year career as an author, therapist, film maker, acupuncturist, radio talk show host, gourmet chef, restaurateur, vice-president of a natural foods company and international seminar leader. When not exploring consciousness in the canyons of Arizona - SedonaVisionQuest.com - Keith travels around the world assisting people to open to life's wonders and surprises in his Dream Workshops - TheDream.com. Keith helps people get the love, wealth and health they deserve through his free Prosperity Ezine, free Empowerment Tape, free Abundance Seminars and free Life Coaching Consultation.