As time went by, an even more fascinating phenomenon started occurring and that was the expansion of consciousness. At times, I would lose the outline of my body, and I would feel the point expanding to a sphere of a few meters.
I was going full speed in the wrong direction. Instead of finding humility, lucidity, and depth, I found myself proud and boasting on the “special” efforts that I made. Pride was blinding my eyes and making my heart shallow.
The day finally arrived. I could finally leave everything and go into isolation: to a house all alone in the snowy mountains that would become, in time, my second home.
5am: The sun has not yet risen, but in this place, also during the night, there is a thin blue light. My feet are digging footprints in the snow. I go down to the fountain to wash my body and my soul with its cool water. Today I will not meet anyone. All this month I will be alone in the caressing silence of nature and the mysterious depth of meditation and yoga. A month will pass, then a break, then another month, three years, ten years, thirty months of silence.