By Yael Treidel

The Call of Freedom

I met Andrew in December 1993. I was 28 years old, I had everything I thought wanted more or less, and yet I was quite confused. I had been confused since I was a teenager because somehow life didn’t totally make sense to me. I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to be doing here and nothing that I tried resolved my confusion. Meeting Andrew Cohen moved something very deep in me. I couldn’t understand what was happening but about a month later I was on my way to India for a 2 week retreat with Andrew. Continue reading…

By Pete Bampton

“Resistance to new ideas increases as to the square of their importance”

Bertrand Russell

“He who ain´t busy being born is busy dying”

Bob Dylan

The Revolution Hasn’t Happened Yet…

November 2000

“Gentlemen let’s drink” said Andrew, raising his glass.  We all uneasily followed suit.  There were about 30 of us, all formally committed male students sitting around a large table in a private room in a local bar in Lenox, MA. There was a charged silence in the air as we all sipped quietly. The beer – Andrew had insisted it be alcoholic – went straight to my head. None of us were accustomed to drinking let alone frequenting bars anymore. Andrew was catching us off guard and off balance. Continue reading…

by Roberta Anderson

ENTERING POST-GRADUATE SCHOOL WITH A TRUE GURU

I was a student of Andrew Cohen from the fall of 1989 to late in 2001. With the exception of a few months when I left the community, I managed to stay in the always-simmering cauldron of Formal Students over the twelve years that I lived, breathed, worked, ate, lived, thrived, and at times anguished in the ongoing and sometimes unbearable intimacy of this tumultuous and seething evolutionary community I had managed to land in. Continue reading…