Ancient traditions of the wandering holy men.

INTRODUCTION

It took me several years since I started my spiritual path to realize that all the traditions I studied carry the same DNA because all of them were practiced and transmitted in different cultures and countries from “holy men”: in India they were called Sadhu (wandering holy man), in China they were a figure between what today we call a doctor, a healer, a monk.

These guys all followed a very similar life history, usually born in wealthy families they would abandon their mundane identity, their material heritage and social appearance, change their name and wander on the streets (usually moving from a holy place or temple to another one) offering different sorts of treatments to those less fortunate people who couldn’t afford to pay to be cured in a hospital.

From the moment they give up their name, their life was entirely “at service” of people in need which at their eyes were “reflections of the Divine”. Those holy men would not ask for money but would accept offerings, maybe food or a place to sleep for the night and then they would continue they wandering to their next place or God person in need of help. A life of dedication, of faith, solitude, prayers, practice.

Throughout a couple of decades I have been lucky enough to cross path with many of these traditions which might appear odd at a first glance, but nevertheless the purpose, the content and the spirit of all of these traditions remain the same. One day I had one of these ah-ha moments were I realized this, that there is a golden thread uniting all these traditions, which are nowadays either lost or unknown to the most.

I express my greatest gratitude to my Spirit for guiding me through all the amazing adventures I have experienced. and which have forged (still in process…) me to fully trust my inner world rather than the outer in an ever lasting act of self compassion and care towards myself and everything and everyone around me. Deep gratitude to all my teachers, former teachers, clients, friends who are still near me and those who are not, my parents, plant medicine. Deep gratitude to that one friend who has always been there for me with support and understanding.