What?s it Like Being a Spiritual Person?

also devoured all the stories—in their original Latin—about Roman gods and myths. As a result, Joe had a rare archaic and archetypal window through which to view the world.

All day on the boat, Joe kept asking me what it was like to be a “spiritual” person. From his line of questioning, I realized he was wrestling with understanding his own spiritual quest. He was trying to come to grips with how to begin his own inner journey. Joe felt he needed someone to help him step onto the path. We met at a metaphysical lecture, so he decided I was the person to help him sort everything out.

I was trying to stay incognito at the time, revealing my metaphysical side only to my closest friends—and only when severely pressed. I had all kinds of “really good” reasons why I was reluctant to call myself “spiritual.” All my reasons were actually rationalizations—frantic, futile attempts to cover up and postpone the true majesty and mystery of my own divine destiny.

The naked truth was that I was afraid of my own soul’s purpose and power. Like many people, I was concerned about my perceived consequences of living an openly spiritual life—coming out of the spiritual closet, as it were.

Among my fears was that I’d lose friends if I revealed my inner knowing and strength. I felt I’d scare people away with too much truth. I’d be too intense, too unsettling, too threatening.

Trying to maintain my cover as just-one-of-the-guys, I skillfully dodged Joe’s probing questions all afternoon. Each time he honed in on aspects of my life I didn’t want to discuss, I’d deliberately allow the sailboat to tip over to divert attention away from the focus of

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