Most importantly, I can’t use any so-called spiritual credo to fill a hole in myself where my heart should be. I cannot hide an unworthy motive or a crippling fear that I dare not acknowledge openly and honestly or even begin to address. Here is one of the aspects that most troubles me about many so called “spiritual philosophies” and those that espouse them. The linguistic shroud of scientific imagery and poetic symbolism seems to mask what is an inherent selfishness and emotional cowardice at the core of their shallow pronouncements. It refuses to engage honestly and directly with others in a straightforward and understandable way, and absolves itself of the need to address our defects and flaws in a responsible and rigorous manner. Any credo that so abjectly refuses to engage openly and directly with the world as it is, and the people in it, is by definition deceptive in nature. More damning still is that the imagery and the symbolism do nothing to hide the shallow immaturity of both the programme and its disciples. There is a profound moral and intellectual emptiness at the heart of it, a lack of integrity and distinction in the cheap clichés and faux wisdom. Those that promote such stuff appear neither intelligent or enlightened, nor very mature. The fact that they think it does rather proves my point. We are all flowers, apparently, and somehow we are supposed to embrace the concept and nurture the intrinsic flower-ness within ourselves. But how can we transcendentally commune with the stars before we have learned to speak honestly with ourselves?