I was probably five or six at the time, visiting family in the suburbs of New York. It was a hot summer day and my Aunt and Uncle had corralled my cousins and I to a public pool to try and beat the heat. The place was packed with people from all walks of life, the chaos of the scene still vaguely familiar in memory. At some point during that day I submerged beneath the surface of the pool and sitting suspended, my body weightless and encapsulated in the cool water, the thought process disappeared and time ceased to exist. The moment revealed an eternity to the child, and it felt as if I’d never again need to surface for air. I was home.
My young mind had no framework of what to make of the experience at the time, but I did dive down a few more times that day trying to find it again. Looking back, I realize that I’ve continued to dive, seeking that experience ever since.
Following 28 years of of anger, depression and addiction, Brett discovered the book Autobiography of a Yogi, and shortly thereafter began using the AYP system of spiritual practices.
Now 39, Brett owns and operates a screen printing shop, and spends his spare time writing experimental electronic music in his home studio. He currently lives in Fort Lauderdale, Florida with his wife Betsey, two cats, two budgies, and a bull terrier named Biscuit.