In the midst of a workshop, maybe a decade and a half ago, Max came up to me, shiny-eyed, with a glorious grin, still vibrating from an epiphanic regression, and stated something like, “Oh man, this work is incredible, I want to learn how to be a teacher!” -- as so many people do after they’ve found deep clues to the meaning of their lives after doing regressive research. Wonderful, isn’t it, how we want to share a dazzling or ratifying experience with our fellow souls? Well I looked at him like, hang on, there’s probably a lot more to it than you realize, I am still learning how to do these workshops in the best possible way, it takes a gargantuan effort and tons of discipline and endless regressions of your own to shore up your self-formation. And Spiritual Devotion!

And he DID. I’m so proud of Max, I watched him grow, and I was very strict with him, too much like a drill sergeant, I’m afraid. We did intensive feedbacks and instruction before and after every class he assisted, and he found his passion. He worked with other to develop himself in all the ways he needed. We did some video feedback with him suffering through minuscule details during critiques and coaching. And that last video feedback I filmed, at the fabulous Die Lichtung Seminar Haus in Austria, I couldn’t find a thing to say to him to improve his mastery. Early on Max became a better teacher than me. He was more organized, calmer, more thorough, and he often brought in teaching he had learned from other territory, enrich our classes. But he was a little brainy. We needed Max to find his way into his heart, and to come from there while teaching and sitting for processes during workshops.

And he did. I hope some day you can take one of his classes. They are terrific.