In my work as a documentary filmmaker, I’ve had the good fortune of meeting many “famous” people including numerous spiritual teachers. I’ve come to recognize the various ways these people behave depending on the context: when they’re giving interviews, when they’re on stage, and sometimes, in rare and precious moments, when they are undefended.

One of these teachers is Michael Stone, a friend and collaborator who died this summer. The circumstances surrounding his death are complex and multilayered, though I wish to offer a story of our time together. This is one attempt to let his death serve the times we’re in.

This is a story about teachers, and what we in the West demand of them, whether we know it or not.

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