The Spiritual Path
My Journey through Spiritual Learning
I should be dead. When I was 24, I was riding a motorcycle when a car pulled out right in front of me. I braked, but there wasn’t space enough to stop or room enough to swerve. Suddenly, just before impact, the bike turned sharply and took me—within inches of the car—up the side street the car had emerged from. I didn’t turn that bike. I couldn’t have. Something invisible took control and saved my life.
Twenty years later I learned something that would change every moment day of the rest of my days.
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