For as long as humanity has existed there have been spiritual traditions evolving to remind us of what was real and important. It would usually start off with a person who was ahead of their times, saw a little further than most, and who had learned to experience a certain amount of peace, harmony, and oneness in their lives.

Are we powerless automatons in a world gone mad? Are we to helplessly watch as our foods get poisoned, our ecosystems destroyed, and our freedoms eroded despite our best efforts to foster understanding and change? Where do we find hope when the drums of doom beat relentlessly on our doorstep day after day and hour after hour, numbing our minds, clamping our hearts, and poisoning our bodies in a slow dance of death?

And what if we discover this same numbing madness within our own psyches?