I am grateful for my teachers. Some time back I was euphoric about my inner journeys. I have a dear old friend who has spent most of her life in an ashram. And we would go for hikes. And me being a typical male, could not stop babbling. At some point she just quietly said, yes its exciting isnt it, when its new. And then pointed to the orange poppies springing up, new life all around me. Gently and sweetly she brought me back to the earth. She was too sweet to say it but I got all this excitement was useless if I could not appreciate what was happening all around me and what I was intricately entangled with for all eternity. Baba Muktananda had said "Let the witness behind your eyes only be shown scenes of love". That helps.