In the beginning . . .

One day when I was 15 my mother returned home from Devon England after meeting spiritual teacher Andrew Cohen for the first time, she walked in the door, glowing with bliss I had never seen in my short life like it . . . I remember my father becoming instantly bright red in the face with anger . . . “you’ve fallen in love haven’t you” he growled . . . and in a way I guess she had.

So I wanted to tell the story of a long-time student of Andrew Cohen. Casting my eyes through the array of links  . . . (we’re all fascinated to see what google dredges up), a good deal of it pretty scathing stuff about Andrew Cohen, all sounds pretty heavy, what kind of a deranged idiot would want to be a student?! A good piece of advice I received when I was a five year old still applies . . .  “You don’t want to believe everything you hear “ — So as an effort to help put the record straight about this remarkable, if a bit unusual life . . . Im going to blog about it :)