I thoroughly enjoyed traveling the journey of Marion Stone, from his birth in Addis Ababa as a twin conjoined at the forehead with his brother Shiva, their separation immediately thereafter from each other and from their parents, their almost-as-immediate adoption, and his path to becoming a doctor, which is not simply his vocation, but his purpose:
“We come unbidden into this life, and if we are lucky we find a purpose….I grew up and I found my purpose, and it was to become a physician. My intent wasn’t to save the world as much as to heal myself.” (pp.6-7)
With this intent, Marion travels across continents of land, and also the lands of his interior psyche. Conditions of the human body that come to light for healing, from within the depths of emotional wounds, are the means through which Marion explores. His adopted father, Ghosh, also a doctor, is the one who introduces Marion to this world:
“Ghosh, in giving me the stethoscope, was saying, Marion, you can be you. It’s okay. He invited me to a world that wasn’t secret, but it was well hidden. You needed a guide. You had to know what to look for, but also how to look. You had to exert yourself to see this world. But if you did, if you had that kind of curiosity, if you had an innate interest in the welfare of your fellow human beings, and if you went through that door, a strange thing happened: you left your petty troubles on the threshold. It would be addictive.” (p. 275)
This is true not only for the medical physician but also for the practitioner who sees beyond the physical — the metaphysician, the mystic, the spiritual seeker. This is really what Marion is at heart, a spiritual seeker exploring the mysteries of the human being. I’m grateful that I met Marion on the path.