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How I met SHET


"Sometimes it is difficult to let go of a piece of good principle that served one well in the past. It might have been the right principle in that framework, but as you go on living, it can outlive its use." -SHET 



One June night in 1987, I couldn't fall asleep, and one word, animals, kept repeating in my mind. I kept turning in bed, but the repetition persisted without any thoughts attached to it, without development, without pictures - until I got up and wrote it down. Then another word appeared in my mind, and then another. When the avalanche finished, I crumpled the paper I had written and threw it into the wastebasket. I stretched and was on my way back to bed wondering what that was all about - what did I scribble? I couldn't remember anything that had flowed from my hand to the page. Going up to my bedroom, tired but curious, I turned on my heels and went back to fish out the crumpled piece of paper from the wastebasket.

What's that? I wondered. Moreover, I asked, Who wrote that? For it certainly could not have been me. I didn't even think what this paper contained. What's happening to me, for God's sake? I said aloud, for I thought I was going bananas. I was flooded with ambiguous feelings. On the one hand, I was excited, recognizing the possibility for more information. I thought I might have discovered a bottomless well of knowledge that I had longed for all my life. On the other hand, however, I was quite scared that my sanity had taken leave. Spiritual weirdoes with their glassy eyes and frozen smiles preaching universal love and light never appealed to me, especially when I saw with what violence they react when you scratch the saccharine surface of their message. I wondered what it was that gave me the information on this piece of paper. Something outside my self? My own subconscious? And more importantly, why?

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