…the mirror is always pointing back at me…everything that I witness is a reflection of myself. In the Blame Game that I sometimes find myself immersed in…I just have to look at the object of my blame…and there is Anado looking back at me. These lessons are so rich and dense at the same time. I pride myself that I was fortunate to go to India as a young man and find such a colossal teacher that allowed himself to be such a magnificent and wondrous reflection of all that mankind is capable of. I bow down to this day to that benevolent rascal….see me, feel me, touch me…heal me…..