Absolutely. In fact, the skeptical mind is one of the most beautiful things in the world. Religions have long condemned skepticism because they couldn’t handle difficult questions. They needed obedient believers, not independent thinkers. But skepticism is not a weakness—it’s a strength. It resists blind faith and demands real experience. And that’s exactly what meditation is about.
I encourage you: don’t believe anything unless you’ve lived it yourself. Question everything—no matter how long it takes. Truth is not handed out cheaply. It does not belong to the believer; it reveals itself only to the truly questioning mind. But let your skepticism be whole. Don’t cling to your doubts like they’re truths. Question your own skepticism too. Otherwise, you’re simply replacing one belief system with another. A total skeptic eventually sees through even their own doubt—and when that happens, something extraordinary opens up.
What is a mystic? Not someone with answers, but someone who has asked every question and found that no question can ever fully grasp life. A mystic has stopped asking—not from defeat, but from insight. Life is not a puzzle to be solved; it’s a mystery to be lived, loved, and celebrated. That’s why my doors are open to all. I welcome the skeptic because I know how to help him blossom into a mystic. I invite the theist and the atheist alike, because I know how to dissolve both their rigidities. I don’t offer belief—I offer a method, a meditation, a path of direct discovery.
Over the years, I’ve realized there are no ultimate answers. The questions are futile, and the answers even more so. Most questions come from confusion; most answers are crafted by clever minds, not wise ones. If you want real contact with reality, you must go beyond both foolishness and cleverness. You must become innocent again. So, come as you are. Bring your doubts, your ideologies, your philosophies—whether they’re religious, political, or personal. It doesn’t matter what fills your head. My approach is the same: I’ll help you let it all go. I’m not here to decorate your beliefs. I’m here to dismantle them—gently, or ruthlessly if needed. Who sits on your shoulders—God or Marx or Nietzsche—is irrelevant. My only concern is this: to free you from the burden. And for that, sometimes, I must play the woodcutter.