The legend goes that a bee strayed into the palace of the great King Solomon. Angry servants tried to kill it, but the bee escaped them, flying to the King for safety.

“Please, O King,” pleaded the bee, “spare me today so I may live to serve you tomorrow.”

King Solomon smiled to think that this tiny creature could ever hope to serve a mighty monarch. Yet, being merciful he released the bee saying, “Go in peace. I require no service from you in return.”

In time a beautiful queen heard of Solomon’s reputation and she traveled far to pay him homage. Although she had heard of his wealth, when the Queen of Sheba entered his court, she was amazed at its splendor.

“May the King live forever,” she said. “I come to offer the true friendship of my country.” Being a ruler herself, she bore the responsibility of her people in tendering such an offer. “I hope that during my stay we may come to know one another.”

Word of Solomon’s wisdom had traveled far, and this was what most intrigued the queen. The loyalty of his people, the love of his wives and children, were greatly desired. For this reason she hoped to learn from him.

On the first day of her visit, the queen gave Solomon a diamond with a curved and twisted opening that penetrated the large stone. “Is it within your power to draw a thread through a winding hole?’ she asked him.

King Solomon smiled and sent for a silkworm. The worm crawled through the hole, drawing a thread of silk right through it. The queen noted the ease of his ingenuity.

The next test the Queen of Sheba arranged for King Solomon involved dozens of boys and girls. The young children, all dressed alike, entered the court. “Can you, your majesty, tell from your throne which are the boys and which are the girls?” she asked.

King Solomon commanded his servants to bring a basin of water before each child and bid them wash their faces. The boys splashed water on their faces while the girls daintily dabbed the water with their fingertips. Thus the king easily told them apart. The Queen of Sheba acknowledged Solomon’s grasp of human nature.

On one of their outings, the queen witnessed King Solomon’s wisdom in the moment. A small dog had fallen into a deep pool. The water was so low the dog could not be reached. King Solomon tossed a branch into the water for the dog to cling to.

The queen was puzzled saying, “I would not have done so for it is better to drown quickly than to starve slowly.”

She watched as King Solomon showed his men how to block the nearby stream with rocks. This caused the stream to overflow into the pool which in turn caused the water to rise higher and higher. Soon the branch floated up to within reach and the dog was safely lifted out. The queen was convinced of Solomon’s reasoning power and revered his motivation of compassion for all God’s creatures.

The queen’s advisors were not convinced of King Solomon’s good intention toward their queen and her country. Although King Solomon had won the queen’s trust, they were not as forthcoming. They believed if the king was not humbled he would deal with their queen unfairly. Doubt began to rise in the queen’s mind. “Tomorrow is our last opportunity to test the king’s integrity,” they counseled her. “Leave this to us and we will insure his reliability at tomorrow’s farewell banquet.”

The advisors chose one flower from the king’s garden. They then ordered their craftsmen to make ninety-nine false flowers exactly like it. They then placed the one fresh flower among the ninety-nine false ones. The copies were so perfect that the queen could not identify the real one.

“I do not see how anyone can choose the real flower,” she remarked.

One of King Solomon’s gardeners heard this and reported it to the king.

The King had become proud, and being confident was not concerned. “It suits me that they should prove my wisdom before the multitude. I fear not what they may do.”

That night the palace gleamed with light as hundreds of guests came to honor King Solomon and the Queen of Sheba. At just the right moment the queen said, “Your majesty, our craftsmen beg that you judge their work. Among these flowers only one came from your garden. The remainders have been created by servants in your honor. Won’t you select your own flower and let my servants know how theirs compare?”

At first the king was confident in his ability to choose. He sniffed the flowers. They were all equally fragrant. He touched them, and they were all petal smooth. In beautiful color and appearance, the flowers were identical!

As King Solomon stood there, perplexed, the guests began to whisper amongst themselves. “What was wrong? Couldn’t the king pick the flower from his own garden? Was this a trick? Perhaps this foreign queen had bested their ruler!” Even Solomon’s most loyal servants became nervous. Why didn’t the king make his choice and quell this foolish conjecturing by the guests?

As he moved among the flowers, King Solomon felt something tickle his hand. A bee had landed there. “I am at your service, your majesty,” whispered the bee. It circled low over the flowers, unseen by any other, and crawled into the one flower which had honey inside.

King Solomon leaned over and plucked the one flower with the bee in it. Here was the flower that had bloomed in his garden!

“Your craftsmen are indeed skilled,” he said, presenting the flower to the queen. “I have been admiring their work, but the false cannot be true. A queen deserves life.”

The queen bowed, humbled by King Solomon’s gift. “Your wisdom is beyond compare, your majesty,” she admitted, “Sheba will be honored by your friendship.”

The next day, the queen left for home, bearing many rich gifts from the wise king.

Later, in the quiet of his rooms, King Solomon thought gratefully of the bee which had served him so well. He humbly bowed his head. “I have been too proud,” he thought. “No one is so great that he needs no help, and none is so small that he cannot give it.”

Surely wisdom is given to all living things, and the tiniest creatures are teachers of kings.



As I child I learned the Biblical story of a man named Solomon. He was the son of David, the shepherd boy who slew the giant Goliath and became a king. Solomon was such a righteous man he found favor with God in every way. Never before had the people of his lineage known such wealth and prosperity. Whatever Solomon wanted, the Lord God provided.

I learned early that the Lord promised Solomon anything he asked for, and as a child I wondered why he asked for so much. I particularly wondered what he did with so many wives and children! Somewhere along the line I learned that Solomon actually only asked for one thing: wisdom to guide God’s people. How unselfish! I thought. I was intrigued by the simplicity of it, the faith and the devotion.

I was taught that because Solomon prayed for wisdom, the Lord granted him wisom, and gave him abundance in everything!



In the School of Metaphysics we teach a practice designed to bring the mind into harmony with the Universal Law of Proper Perspective. That practice is called the Ten Most Wanted List. On the first list I created, love was number one, meaning it was desired more than anything else. Wisdom was number two.

Within a month I received the first lesson in meditation and following my first week of practice, wisdom moved to its place as number one on my Ten Most Wanted List. There it has remained since 1975.

Every day I am in awe and gratitude for the way my life is unfolding. In every area I have more than I have ever wanted or imagined. I attribute this to my commitment to wisdom, to the maturing of my soul through every choice I make.

Understanding Self as infinite is easier than you might think. In some ways, it is so simple that we miss it. We overlook the opportunity. We discount its importance.

It is said there was once a famous Chinese poet who wanted to study the wisdom of the Buddha. He traveled for days to reach a famed teacher. He thought often of the first question he would ask.

Upon arrival the question he chose was: "What is the most important thing in the Buddha's teachings?"

"Don't harm anyone and only do good," replied the teacher.

"How simple!" exclaimed the poet in ridicule. "You are supposed to be a great teacher. This is why I traveled so far to find you. Any child might answer the question in this way!"

The teacher smiled, "Yes, a three-year-old can say it. To know it in your heart requires putting into practice the idea."

Infinite Being, like wisdom, is the fruit of practicing such lofty and noble ideals.

Human man is in the process of separating emotions from heart energy. Most people confuse the two. When I asked V about how she had been since her most recent intuitive breathing session she told me she was learning about her emotions. “I was emotional last night,” she confided, “frustrated because I don’t seem to be changing.”

For months, V has repeatedly said she wants maturity, to take more responsibility for herself. She had spoken to her teacher about this and he had encouraged her to express her emotions more frequently and fully – without harming another.

In V’s mind she was beginning to awaken to her state of being. In words she described this as “when I am emotional I remember my experiences more easily.”

Remembering a time when I came upon this same awareness, I offered, “Emotional attachment is the indicator of a lesson to learn.”

V was making a significant discovery in Self awareness. She was confusing a level of consciousness, the emotional level, with a way the whole mind functions. At that moment, V was attributing a state of mind – which is the recall of information and experience – with the content of her mind – in this case frustration.

“What is the key to memory?” I asked her.

Having studied and practiced essential living skills for almost two years, she reviewed her own knowledge. “Memory is a product of attention being directed in an experience,” V replied.

“Right,” I affirmed. “So the quality of attention given determines the depth of the experience and its recall at a later time.”

We had had many conversations about V’s past. Memories of abuse during her childhood haunt her even though the experiences occurred over two decades ago. These memories have ruled her thinking – largely unconscious – for years. Through strengthening the power of her mind she is step-by-step freeing herself from past hurts.

With this experience, it was time for V to update her definitions of memory and emotions. “Undivided attention gives the complete reception of the moment. It unites intelligence, energy, and substance in the mind.” V is an excellent writer. I draw upon the example of an article about building the Peace Dome that she wrote recently. V writes by describing the scene, theme, and characters as sensory experiences. Her words paint a picture in the mind of the reader. You can see the Peace Dome, feel its energy, smell the orchard air and taste the newly mown grass. You are there. Completely. This is the power of the mind through undivided attention.

Today V can take this understanding and apply it to herself in a new way.

“Undivided attention causes the subconscious and conscious minds to work in harmony, in sync,” I suggested. V has heard the concept before. She has received it with her intelligence. She comprehends the nature of undivided attention and can see it working through goals and ideas. She has experienced the energy of it, through visions and through emotional outbursts. As a teacher of elementary children and of adults from varied backgrounds, she has experienced the manifestation of undivided attention repeatedly.

In the present, V has an opportunity to unify and elevate her comprehension of undivided attention. She is perched to birth a new depth of understanding in the power of her own mind. “Emotion is what glues the two minds together,” I begin. “You experience the effect of your attention as emotion. When emotion is present and you are aware of it, you have a greater depth of attention involved in your experiencing. Thus greater learning is yours,deeper awareness, which translates into growing understanding and memory recall.”

V thought about this for a moment. Brain activity is very easy for this student and soon she asked, “So what about people who are emotional and are scattered with their attention?”

I considered her question, then replied, “Attention guides the interpretation of the mind’s experiences. Attention is to the mind what the senses are to the body, receptors of experience. When you are present-minded, with attention in the now, you are more aware of the inner and outer minds – and therefore the emotions – functioning.

“It is very possible for someone who is scatter-brained to be fully present at will.” V is on her way to understanding the difference between emotional attachment and heart-centered understanding. Where she directs her attention will be the determining factor in the outcome.

Later that same day, I was talking with another student (I’ll identify as Y) about what her Intuitive Health Analysis had identified as “emotional sensitivity”. The report described Y’s judgement of this ability as a weakness and suggested she reevaluate this, viewing it as the strength it is. She shared that since receiving the report she had begun to realize just how many emotions she absorbed from others. These emotions weren’t even hers, but someone else’s! Yet she would suck them right in, and they often would overload her system, expressing as skin rashes.

Y works with energies everyday that encourage awareness of relativity. As we discussed this, a new dimension came to light in me. “Perhaps in your interactions with others you need to be centered in your heart. That is your strength.” Y considered the idea, yet I could tell her head was battling with it so I added, “Not the emotions.”

We had discussed head and heart often so this was a revisited idea for us both. Y tended to interpret her intuitive experiences as emotional ones. She would identify someone’s anger and avoid that person. She would “sense” someone’s sadness and sympathize. For Y, each psychic “feeling” just came upon her without discernible cause. To respect her emotional sensitivity, Y would need to still her mind. In order to still her mind, she would need to admit the ego gratification she derived from absorbing others’ emotions.

By opening her mind to the possibility that her strength came from the heart rather than emotional connections, Y would have a way to reevaluate Self, a means to admit prejudices. “This way you can expand beyond the emotion, giving it direction and opening your mind to cause.” She nodded, seemingly considering the thought.

Meanwhile, my mind opened into Infinite Being.

Like a burst of daylight I saw the image of head-heart more clearly than I had ever before. “That’s it! When we as thinking beings try to direct the emotions with the brain the result is emotional reaction. When we attempt to direct emotion from the heart, the result is emotional reaction. When we direct emotion from an entrainment of heart and brain, we activate the glue – the emotion – that unites the soul. We produce emotional response.”

Want emotional control? Entrainment is the answer.

I wrote these two accounts three years ago.

Life is what happens on the way to wisdom.




Entrainment is the refined art and science of Being.

It enables us to be at peace with any situation. It gives us the freedom to be Self while connecting us with others, with the Creator, with all of creation. Entrainment empowers us to respond fully in the present moment with truth and love. It elevates our spirit through wisdom.

Entrainment is one of the essential life skills, in fact it is the omega expertise for developing our potential as a whole, functioning Self. What begins with Self respect, the power to look at your Self again and again in increasingly different and new lights, culminates with a new experience of what Self is. This is the purpose of Psi counseling. A Psi counselor is familiar with ten essential life skills. These are:

Self Respect
Undivided Attention
Concentration
Memory
Listening
Imagination
Breath
Reasoning
Intuition
Entrainment

Experience in these areas gives your counselor the ability to unite their consciousness with yours. Psi counselors can “feel your pain” without ever allowing it to cloud their vision. They can still their minds thus receive you completely, free from judgement. The same skill that gives them this ability enables them to advise, lead, guide, and teach you to do the same. Some of the ways this is accomplished we have recorded here in this book.

Where entrainment exists, Infinite Being can be experienced. Marriage between a male and female is the physical expression of the desire for this state of being. In a dream, people of the same sex represent aspects of the waking, conscious mind, the part of you that functions directly in conjunction with the brain and physical body. Dream-people of the opposite sex symbolize aspects of the dreamer’s subconscious mind. A wedding in a dream symbolizes a commitment between those conscious and subconscious aspects. Commitment means these parts of mind are working together toward a common ideal. This is the natural expression of the mind.

The conscious and subconscious minds have a duty and a purpose to fulfill. These are relative to each another. As they perform their functions, experiences are gathered and greater understanding is the result. Understandings become a permanent part of the individual soul. This is how temporal experience – life experience which comes and goes – takes on eternal relevance and this is the essence of immortality, Infinite Being.

“This above all: to thine own self be true,” William Shakespeare writes in Hamlet, “and it must follow, as the night the day, thou canst not then be false to any man.” Your Psi counselor reveres this thought for Self and offers the perspective that enables you to do the same. She salutes your divinity, giving reverence to you as soul. She addresses this inner essence because she realizes you are a soul experiencing temporary, physical conditions that may have eternal implications. The counselor uses himself as a tool to shed light on your path for transformation.

The secret of psi counseling is the faculty for self counseling. Psi counselors practice what they teach. They remember where they came from. They are attentive to why they are here. They image where they are going. By entraining conscious and subconscious minds they open channels of perception that are at this time supernormal.

Living with infinity affects their being and so they are constantly answering the question, “Who am I?”

9-11-01
A Child’s Perspective
I turned on the television in the bedroom a couple minutes before eight in the morning. I had made this a practice, my time to check in with the world for a few moments before rousing Kiah for the start of our day.

Live footage of a smoking World Trade Center Building in Manhattan, NY, filled the screen. As the story progressed it captured my attention. I watched as the second plane circled the second building exploding into it. The commentators were unaware until the flames burst forth. Another man-created disaster was unfolding.

After a while Kiah stirred and began listening. Then he wanted to see. He came over to the bed. “Wow!” he said, impressed by the fire display.

“It’s really happening Kiah,” I said gently. “It’s not a video. The building is really on fire.”
“What happened?” his big eyes held the question more than his words.

I explained how one plane had flown into one building, then a second plane into the second building. I paused, and his silence told me that was as far as he could go with it for now.

We continued to watch for a few more minutes. Kiah grew restless and moved to play. My attention moved to what was happening. All we didn’t know yet. Memories of 1993 bombing of this same building. Oklahoma City’s Murrah Building bombing. Waco. Columbine. All the acts of violence and harm that had left their imprints on American consciousness in the last decade. My thoughts moved to the increasing energy levels in our universe, the shift of the ages, occurring in our world. I thought of forgiveness and allowing, and knew this to be another test of the collective consciousness of Americans and of the world. Teaching my child, leading our community, required an alignment of consciousness.

News of another plane crashing into the U.S. Pentagon shook me and I recognized the testing of my reasoning skills. It was the uncertainty of where this might lead, how long it might continue that entered into my mind for a moment. Hezekiah responded to this shift in energy with “Come on, let’s go! I want to go downstairs.”

We proceeded in the morning ritual and Dad came inviting Kiah to go out to the orchard to take part in the cider making. He happily went off with his dad.

Christine would later tell me, when she was at the sandbox with Kiah that afternoon, he had wanted to build dams to keep the Pakistanis out. No one living here had talked about Pakistan. Even the television coverage we had watched had yet to bring up the country. Kiah knew his continents and some countries where we have friends, but as far as I knew he didn’t even know where Pakistan was. It was a direct reception of thought foreshadowing what would occur several hours later.

At dinner Kiah announced, like some of the people interviewed on TV, that he wanted to get whoever did this. I understood his pain, his instinct to lash out when hurt, to protect in human fashion. I also knew what I had learned about forgiveness and repentance and grace, and I want to teach this to my son.

I told him we would find out who did this. I asked him what he wanted to do with the people when he got them. “Stop them. Kill them so they can’t do it again,” his reply seared my heart. I understood his words were a reflection more of our frustration, collectively, than his own personal opinion. I was becoming more and more aware of how to describe what I know.

“That won’t stop it, Kiah.” I replied.

“What will?” he asked.

“Love.” It was an answer I would have thought terribly sappy and idealistic ten years before, but I knew love’s power increasingly every day. It has been demonstrated over and over, through Gandhi and the British soldiers, through Jesus and the Jews, through every mother and father and their newborns.

The destruction of the World Trade Center was an opportunity for us to be who we imagine ourselves to be at our best. A collective learning experience. And the focus of the media was fear. The real lesson of all of these recent tragedies played out on satellite tv around the world was not fear, nor was it the shattering of pride or the evil of humanity. The lesson I can see is about who we are. This lesson is a test of what we believe individually and collectively. And more importantly what we want to know. Every “disaster” has shaken beliefs, all for the purpose of separating beliefs from what is known through experience. By knowing the truth of our experience we can love one another. We can allow the physical world to be what it is without reaction that leads to our own darkness. We can learn to be in the world but not of it.

Certainly our individual mastery of self affects, directly and by example, the pattern we give to our children.


Kiah finally settled into bed shortly after 10 p.m. I was transcribing an intuitive report across the hall and Dad was putting him to bed. It didn’t take long for him to fall asleep.

About an hour later I came in and quietly turned on the television. I had wanted to watch President Bush’s remarks I had taped earlier that evening. Kiah began to stir. Then cried out, “No!” I knelt by his bedside comforting him with soothing words and a caress. He moved around under the covers, at first quieter then agitated again.

He sat up, then turned around, eyes wide open. “Kiah, it’s okay, mommy and daddy are here,” I said with directed thought. I had seen him do this several times before. The pop term for it is night terrors. Having researched the mind for years, including dream phenomenon, I understood what he was experiencing.

He alternately calmed and reared. I gave him water. He relaxed for a few minutes then cried out again.

Dan came in offering his comfort, and a drink of water, which Kiah again accepted. He knew we were both there and laid back down. In a few moments he was back up and I offered to hold him. He came into my arms and I endeavored to lift him. Being dead weight I sat in a nearby chair and he stood up, still not conscious with eyes wide with expression, trapped in the emotional level. I expanded my mind to be where he was, a familiar presence for him. It was the way I had learned to lull him to sleep in the first few months of his life.

Dan picked him up and carried him up and down the hall. He laid Kiah on our bed and we both soothed him. He settled in under the covers. It was like swimming underwater. He would fade and begin to drift, then cry either aloud or in muffled whimpers. I knew I was hearing the sounds of those who had died so quickly in the past twenty four hours as well as those who were still alive. Emotions, raw, confused, distorted.

At one point Kiah sat up, looked toward the door of the bedroom and yelled, “Stop!” He was obviously afraid.

“What do you see Kiah?” I asked. He looked at me, then back to the door. “What do you see, tell mommy and daddy, we can help you understand.” He relaxed, laying back down, saying “I don’t want to tell you.” I had learned this meant he didn’t know how to talk about it. I did not ask again, and for the most part he was calmer and able in minutes to move into a deeper level of sleep.

He slept through the night between his father and me.

The next morning when he awoke the television was again filled with information. Kiah came over so he could see it and said, “Again. They’re still talking about that?” I explained there were still many questions everyone wanted to know the answers to and so they would continue talking about it for a while.

Later some of the teachers at the College and I would talk about the difference in the energy as experience moved forward. Yesterday was a shock for just about everyone. Collectively that instinctual pulse that aligns the mind to do what it must because of crisis was felt. It seems ironic when you realize that same alignment is what we inwardly crave, and can attain at will, at any time, through meditation. Because most remain in human consciousness, they are buffeted by their experiences, sometimes rudely forced to experience repercussions of what their thoughts cause. The way they experience is emotionally. This second day was a day the emotions became pronounced.

One of the teachers had awakened and cried for an hour. Some were feeling out of sorts, upset stomachs, turned solar plexuses. Others were channeling the energy into their work, cleansing and aligning their minds through concentration, prayer, and meditation. For them, this was a day for living meditatively.

Throughout this aftermath day, Kiah stayed close. Even before getting dressed for the day he took off downstairs to find daddy. He wanted to know where we both were. After lunch, I passed his room heading downstairs and he came running out to tell me to “Stay up here, Mommy. Don’t go.” I reassured him I would stay. He just wanted us near.

For a young child, being present is everything. It makes me realize anew just how close we are as children to the Truth.

(reprinted from How to Raise an Indigo Child ©2002, School of Metaphysics)