The story is essentially irrelevant; yesterday’s experiences are yesterday’s experiences. You cannot say the journey began anywhere, you cannot say it ended; you can’t even say that it happened. In the knowing that we are lived, a relaxation happens.

In the early 1970's we fell in love, married and have two now grown-up children. There has only been one conversation - consciousness - and that continues to this day.

Our first meeting with Sailor Bob Adamson was in Melbourne around Baba Muktananda in 1974 and again at Muktananda’s ashram at Ganeshpuri, India in 1976. Some people there were talking about visiting Beedi Baba (Nisargadatta): Bob did, but we travelled south to Arunchala for Shiva Ratri.

Some 30 years later in 2006 we met Bob again. He said “Full stop,” and we heard it clearly and understood.

A heartfelt gratitude wells up to Bob and to all our teachers who have pointed out what now seems obvious.

Baba Muktananda simply said, “God dwells within you as you. Bow to yourself, honour yourself. That, thou art.”

The Javanese Sufi master Pak Subuh encouraged work, enterprise and being grounded: “Start a business, do the latihan and live an ordinary life.”

U.G. Krishnamurti told us to forget about the journey. “Everyone gets enlightened,” he mused. “It happens just before death. Go and make some money and enjoy yourselves.”

The poet mystic Brother David Steindl-Rast spoke of gratefulness as he laughed at mistakenly putting the left shoe on our young son’s right foot.

Ramesh Balsekar’s addresses in Mumbai and his writings state it very clearly. “There is nothing to be achieved, only one thing to be given up – the false sense of personal doership.”

The old song man Paddy Roe (the late custodian of the song line north of Broome) on spying our walking boots and gear commented, “Hmmm… these fellows need to sit.”