There comes a point in almost every sustained spiritual practice when it stops working.
Not because you have done anything wrong. Not because the path has turned out to be false. Not because you were never really on it in the first place. It stops working in the specific sense that the practices which once reliably produced something – a feeling of contact, a quality of presence, a sense of meaning or connection or the subtle rightness that let you know you were doing something real – now produce nothing in particular.
