There were several times in my life when the "Guru" in me was silenced. They didn't happen by a conscious decision to do so, but rather "distractions" that made me take other courses. They just sort of "snuck up" on me.

The first time came during my late high school days and into early college. I started looking outside for the answers. My birth religion of Judaism, though old and mysterious in its own right, didn't hold the answers I was looking for. Although I could read and pronounce all the words correctly, I never really knew what they meant. I never fully made the connection, and no one really bothered to explain its importance.

So I ventured into other religions. I was fascinated by so many different points of view, from Methodists to Mormons, Presbyterians to Pagans, Buddhists to Born Again Christians. I met everyone from the "A's" (Atheists, Agnostics and Angel Lovers) to the "Z's" (Zealots and Zionists) and everything in between. Everyone seemed to be searching for the deeper meaning of Life. Scientists explained everything away to a chemical process, others took chemicals to see "God."

You'd think that during that time I'd be the most vocal, but mostly I was just confused. I listened mostly, tried to make the puzzle pieces fit... and basically kept my mouth shut.