Finding the foundation 1996 - and still doin' it.
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Posted on: 09-Jul-05
by: bronskyirving
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| Name : | irving itchy bronsky m.d. |
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| Gender : | Male |
| Age group : | 55+ |
| County/state : | sharon |
| Country : | israel |
| Occupation : | retired psychiatrist and psychoanalyst |
| Bronskyirving describes himself as : | interested in altered states of awareness, here and now, finding more and better choices for living in this world. |
bronskyirving says:
Finding the foundation 14 Nov. 1996
Somewhere in the woods of Central Virginia, in full fall foliage, is a cozy Foundation called simply: Synchronicity. A Guru heads it: Master Charles, an American of Italian lineage.
He was a monk in India for 15 years, earning the privilege to be called a Master Meditator. Almost everybody at the Foundation treats him as if he was of noble birth, revering him, a few perhaps worshipping him. I, too, saw him in all his glory, wisdom and charisma… but for me there was nothing to revere or worship. He was the person I had been looking for all my life.
He is my Irving.
I have been Irving for many people by being a therapist, a teacher, a zealot, a healer, a mystic - Loving and being Loved. Yet there was always something missing deep down, that I yearned for, that I have been searching for all my life. Now my search has ended because I found that something: He is called Master Charles.
From the moment I discovered the Synchronicity Foundation on the Internet, and read about their operating principles, I knew there was something there for me. When I saw his picture I was turned off a little but I ordered his introductory tapes. When I heard his voice I was convinced that the Foundation was for me. And so I committed myself to enroll in a seven day Meditation course, at Synchronicity Foundation, in northwest Virginia.. When I saw him I knew on the spot that I had found the other Irving I was searching for.
He is the most intelligent, sensitive, wise, knowing man I have ever met. He has a true inner peace, illuminated insight, creativeness and mind-fullness. On the outside we were totally different: he is thin, almost effete, darkly Mediterranean in looks, speaking slowly, clearly and always rhythmically. Yet on the inside we were as cloned. The thirty-five workshop participants never talked to him; they asked questions, they responded to his questions. Touch him? Never!
Then Big Irv from the Bronx, brass-balled, funny, witty, bright, a story teller – and a pretty good con-man - encountered him. I talked to him, cracked jokes, I entertained - - I was very impressive in imparting my knowledge, wisdom, experiences and adventures in Life. I touched him, shook his hand, hugged him, had a whispered conversation with him. (The Workshop participants, mostly old-timers, were in awe of me.)
