Are we in denial? That's why we want to be away from ourselves?

  For many years, all my free time was spent walking in the nature. Besides traveling to Asia to visit my family, I did not do much traveling at all.
  Since May of this year, all of a sudden I feel strongly to travel and explore. So I have done quite a bit of traveling, both locally and internationally,for the past few months.
  I could go on and on, taking advantage of weekends, as well as vacation from work.
  Then I realized something.
  "Am I in denial to the possible truth that the divine is right in front of me? Am I in denial to the possible truth that what I am seeing is magic and awe?" This arises from inner quietness during meditation.
  I was planning to go away for three nights to Maine. Right before booking lodging, I realized that this chasing after new places and new adventure, although fun, isn't really inspiring. More trips seem to only trigger the desire for even more trips.
  Is there a different way? What about trying out a different role and accomplish tasks for a change? What if I am a cleaner or a designer for a day, spending a day cleaning and thinking about my neglected place. Am I in denial to the fact that my place is already bed and breakfast and my weekend activity is vacation fun?
  So I withheld the urge to go away, spending chunks of time here and there steam washing the carpet, wiping all surface, washing the bedding and throwing out some old junks. While walking in the woods, I wondered again how this is different from a bed and breakfast experience.
  I had the range hood and bathroom sink faucet replaced. An area rug is added for the couch. The microwave was moved out of the kitchen to make room for the counter top.Some decor are added around the place. If needed, I go to brunch or buy special food to add to the experience. When I cook, I use my old but still beautiful dishes to place the food....
  All of a sudden, I feel that I am in a bed and breakfast already. My cat is an ambassador for the inn and it would be called Cat's Inn
  I am delighted to realize that there is so much creativity inside that I don't really need to go anywhere for new experiences.
  What if everything around us is the divine?What if this place is the ultimate heaven? What if we are God? What if we are totally free to create?
  Are we in denial?

Experience with Braco's silent gaze

  Braco is an internationally renowed healer who heals with his silent gaze

http://www.braco.net

  I attended his event in March. The sessions took place every half an hour. Braco came out for about 7 minutes gazing the audience with background music. I went in 4 sessions. In two of them,after the gazing stopped, I felt the energy rushed upward through my third eye and crown. My body got emotional for no reason and my face wept silently. This was not sadness, but I don't know what the weeping is about. Other two sessions, my body simply moved with the energy. In one session, I also sense energy ran up through both of my legs.
  A coworker of mine who often had predictive dream about me told me that she had a dream similar to this event 2 days before I went. She didn't know about me going to this event. In the dream, she saw a guy with shoulder length hair (Braco is) standing on the stage talking. The audience sits in rows of chairs, with seat belts fastened. A voice explained that the seat belt is to prevent people from propelled out in the air by the energy. A friend of hers got hit by the seat belt on the face and after bleeding, her face was healed and the skin was even more clear and beautiful looking. Her friend brought the flower from the event home to her mother, who worried about financial problems. The flowers then lit up the room with bright light and her mother no longer worried. 

  In June, I was planning to volunteer in his event, but then Amma's event happened to be on the same weekend. As a result, I was not able to go. However, a few days before the June event, one morning I was still in half sleep and half awake state when a ray of golden light lit up the vision in my third eye. It caught me off guard and I wondered what it was. The golden light came in almost as branches of lightening bolts, right in the middle of my third eye,shinning bright and golden. It also looks familiar, although I couldn't remember what it was. A few days later, It occurred to me that that was the light representing Braco,s symbol, which makes up of rays of golden light shooting out all around.