Hajjar Gibran 


 

The Mystic

Sometimes life is more mystical then our dreams. And often we don’t realize it until much later.

As a student at Heartwood Healing Arts college back in the 80’s it seemed only natural when Kahlil Gibran appeared to me in an inner garden as my spirit father. After all Kahlil was my great uncle and I loved his writings. Contacting spirit guides was only one of many processes I learned in my early training as a hypnotherapist.
I continued to commune with Kahlil in my meditation practice, but I didn’t believe it was really him. I thought he was merely the personification of my higher self, that superconscious aspect of our mind that we all can access in deep meditation and during moments of inspiration. 
My contemplative studies at Naropa Institute, delving into transpersonal psychology, neuro linguistic programming and shamanism all made me very familiar with what I considered the healing powers of our imagination. I consider my mystical experiences to be just that.. But some experiences I couldn’t explain, so I filed them in the back of my mind.. 
I often marveled at the perfect synergy between the people who showed up for group work. Once I facilitated a week long retreat at an old castle in Scotland where every participant remembered being burnt at the stake there in a past life. 
For a few years I hosted week long group Past Life Intensives at my retreat center in Dream Canyon, Colorado. Many of the past life experiences were undeniable real. The overwhelming agony of one woman who remembered her entire village being massacred shock the walls of my denial. Slowly the back door in my mind began to open.
Meanwhile my inner relationship with “Kahlil" remained central to my life. Gradually I was being transformed into the person I imagined him to be. 
I still didn’t believe in the existence of a conscious “soul” beyond death. But I was so profoundly affected by my inner guidance that I taught my students and clients a simple writing exercise I called The Voice of Love. First thing everyday write at least one line of loving wisdom from your Higher Self to your self. If you are a Christian pretend God or Jesus is speaking to you, or Buddha if you are Buddhist, or an enlightened angel for example.
My writing was immediately reminiscent of Kahlil’s unique poetic style. His presence became a light that illuminate my unconsciousness. I could no long ignore the source of this blessed inspiration. Hoping to unravel the mystery of Kahlil's presence within me, I went on a pilgrimage across the globe to his tomb in the small village of Bsherri’ high in the mountains of Lebanon.
While I sat there in silence a strange familiarity crept in and I was overcome with feelings of homecoming. I couldn't name it or remember when, but my bones knew this place. There I was, a perfect stranger in a distant land - home again.
Closing my eyes, I sank into the inner realms and used my psychic vision to explore the landscape of my memories. A favorite place in a mountain meadow appeared to me, followed by flashback of my forgotten family. Then over the next three days I was instinctually led to find inexplicable evidence that verified my memories.
Later, intent to write an account of my bewildering experiences, my hand was guided by an unseen presence. I witnessed the words emerge effortlessly from my deepest feelings, but in a dialect not my own. I sat spellbound as my pen glided with the ease of an angel's grace. The subtle epiphanies of my heart were inscribed onto page after page telling a poetic parable of spiritual awakening from the enlightened heart of the Prophet Poet.
When the writing was complete, I was resting in a hammock on a remote beach of a small island in southern Thailand where I taught meditation for several years. A stranger approached me and said simply, "I hear you wrote a book". He was a literary agent from NY and within one year, Simon and Schuster published The Return of the Prophet in English and already it’s been published in more then a dozen foreign languages around the world. It won a Nautilus book award and has been acknowledged as a sequel the the literary masterpiece The Prophet.  
I’ve come to realize that our soul exist beyond the limits of a lifetime. There is a hidden destiny within each of us the wants to be fulfilled. 

The Architect

Hajjar is a master designer/builder.
He grew up attending the annual Inventor’s Congress with his father, an inventor. As a child he built tree houses and go carts. As a teen he worked as a carpenter to finance his creative projects.

He nearly graduated from SDSU with an engineering degree, but his spiritual calling led him elsewhere. However, where ever he went he was always designing and building something.

At the Carcross Community Education Center he resurrected the original Yukon Taxi, a 1924 Model T Ford and drove it across Canada to Nova Scotia where he designed and built his first passive solar home and a community house for the Fourth Way Center in Halifax. There he started his first design company and won several awards through the Nova Scotia Designer Crafts Council.

In the 80's, he realized that he was part of an industry that was destroying our forests. He started Life Designs, a company dedicated to rainforest preservation. Partnering with Rainforest Action Network he design and manufactured responsibly harvested rainforest products. Profits were used to fund legal action that granted indigenous people the legal ownership of their lands. Life Design’s contribution was responsible for the preservation of 25,000 acres of virgin rainforest. 

Hajjar’s passion for design is driven by his unwavering vision to build in ways that respect our vital ecosystems. While building the Gibran Center in rural Thailand, he developed an innovative way of building domes that has gained international recognition. 
Hajjar continues to develop innovative designs to produce beautiful, ecological, low-cost structures. 

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