I am sure glad you made it out.

It takes courage indeed to make it out of a lifetime involvement. 

Writing has also been a major help for me.

At some point I found myself "exiled" pretty far away from Malibu, the rez, and all I had known for many consecutive years.

Mauritius island. Far away in the middle of some ocean. And yes there were premies there. Playing outdated videos. Small group really. I was on my own...

At first my writing were desperate letters to this guy I still called and thought of as Maharaji.

Eventually though, I did let myself go into free journaling. It was not the first time. Yet a rebellious inner voice started picking up. Who doubted. Questioned. The whole damn thing. This voice scared me at first. I even tried taming it. It picked up strength, taking me along into new reflection. After so many years, I dared to think for myself!

The ultimate forbidden activity...