Guest guest Posted September 8, 2001 Report Share Posted September 8, 2001 Dear Harsha: I like your recent posts. They are elegant and don't invite argument. That is a potent mix. Here is a story from my past. Washington trip. In 1971 I became a devotee of a youth from India named Guru Maharaji . I received an initiation for meditation and moved into the Ashram that had just been formed in Atlanta Ga. Well, we had organized satsangh once a week for anyone to come and learn about the wonders revealed by out Guru. About twelve of us lived a simple commune life. Compost heap and garden, red brick two story on a dead end road, and a strong feeling of left over sixties love. After some time word came down to us that Guru Maharaji was to visit Washington, DC with his Mother Mata Ji and give darshan. Of course everyone wanted to go. There was some good natured discussion and it was finally decided that four of us would stay behind and the rest could go. They took two cars and left. When everyone was gone the four of us were subdued. It felt good at first but then we started talking about going. We decided to sleep on it. Late that night I received a call. It was from Larry, a friend of mine who had been a neighbor a year before. He had been an addict for years but he wrote wonderful poetry and was kind of like a lost puppy. He had been put in prison for drugs and burglary. He was really a mess. Well, it seems Larry had broken out of prison and was on the run. I said come on over. He stayed with us a day and calmed down a lot. He had dried out in jail and Ashram life suited him. We decided to go to Washington. Larry was intrigued by our life and wanted to have more of it. He went with us. We had waited too long, so if we were to make it to Washington for the meeting we had to drive really fast. What followed was high speed transportation of a fugitive across state lines. Strangely enough no was too upset about this. What would happen would happen. We arrived in the city at sunset. Ken, our leader had scibbled down the adress of the meeting place. We asked a couple of people and finally got directions. It turned out that Ken had written down the wrong address and the person gave us wrong directions to that address but in a strange coincidence they were the right directions to the meeting!!! We were all suitably amazed for a few minutes but Larry was really amazed and was barely able to cope.. He wanted to know more about this whole business. Well, it turned out that after the darshan everyone went back to Atlanta but Larry. He went up and got into the inner circle of the movement, took upadesa and I never saw him again. He was graced with a rollercoaster ride and his innate courage let him make the most of it. I left the Ashram about a year later but I kept all the warm feelings. Peace and Love Bob G. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted September 8, 2001 Report Share Posted September 8, 2001 Bob & Friends, Bob, that's a great story. Aside from the obvious value of keeping us amused, I think real stories that people have actually experienced will do more to spread and expand spiritual life in the Western world than anything else, other than the active presence of a Master. Thanks for letting us into your confidence. yours in the bonds, eric , bgbbyg@a... wrote: > Dear Harsha: > I like your recent posts. They are elegant and don't invite > argument. That is a potent mix. Here is a story from my past. > > Washington trip. > > In 1971 I became a devotee of a youth from India named Guru > Maharaji . I received an initiation for meditation and moved into > the Ashram that had just been formed in Atlanta Ga. > Well, we had organized satsangh once a week for anyone to come and > learn about the wonders revealed by out Guru. About twelve of us > lived a simple commune life. Compost heap and garden, red brick two > story on a dead end road, and a strong feeling of left over sixties > love. > After some time word came down to us that Guru Maharaji was to visit > Washington, DC with his Mother Mata Ji and give darshan. > Of course everyone wanted to go. There was some good natured > discussion and it was finally decided that four of us would stay > behind and the rest could go. They took two cars and left. > When everyone was gone the four of us were subdued. It felt good at > first but then we started talking about going. We decided to sleep > on it. > Late that night I received a call. It was from Larry, a friend of > mine who had been a neighbor a year before. He had been an addict > for years but he wrote wonderful poetry and was kind of like a lost > puppy. He had been put in prison for drugs and burglary. He was > really a mess. > Well, it seems Larry had broken out of prison and was on the run. I > said come on over. > He stayed with us a day and calmed down a lot. He had dried out in > jail and Ashram life suited him. > We decided to go to Washington. Larry was intrigued by our life and > wanted to have more of it. He went with us. We had waited too long, > so if we were to make it to Washington for the meeting we had to > drive really fast. What followed was high speed transportation of a > fugitive across state lines. Strangely enough no was too upset about > this. What would happen would happen. > We arrived in the city at sunset. Ken, our leader had scibbled down > the adress of the meeting place. We asked a couple of people and > finally got directions. > It turned out that Ken had written down the wrong address and the > person gave us wrong directions to that address but in a strange > coincidence they were the right directions to the meeting!!! > We were all suitably amazed for a few minutes but Larry was really > amazed and was barely able to cope.. He wanted to know more about > this whole business. Well, it turned out that after the darshan > everyone went back to Atlanta but Larry. He went up and got into the > inner circle of the movement, took upadesa and I never saw him > again. He was graced with a rollercoaster ride and his innate > courage let him make the most of it. > I left the Ashram about a year later but I kept all the warm feelings. > Peace and Love > Bob G. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted September 8, 2001 Report Share Posted September 8, 2001 Hey, excellent story, Bob! - bgbbyg (AT) aol (DOT) com Saturday, September 08, 2001 8:52 AM Story Dear Harsha:I like your recent posts. They are elegant and don't invite argument. That is a potent mix. Here is a story from my past.Washington trip.In 1971 I became a devotee of a youth from India named Guru Maharaji . I received an initiation for meditation and moved into the Ashram that had just been formed in Atlanta Ga. Well, we had organized satsangh once a week for anyone to come and learn about the wonders revealed by out Guru. About twelve of us lived a simple commune life. Compost heap and garden, red brick two story on a dead end road, and a strong feeling of left over sixties love. After some time word came down to us that Guru Maharaji was to visit Washington, DC with his Mother Mata Ji and give darshan.Of course everyone wanted to go. There was some good natured discussion and it was finally decided that four of us would stay behind and the rest could go. They took two cars and left. When everyone was gone the four of us were subdued. It felt good at first but then we started talking about going. We decided to sleep on it. Late that night I received a call. It was from Larry, a friend of mine who had been a neighbor a year before. He had been an addict for years but he wrote wonderful poetry and was kind of like a lost puppy. He had been put in prison for drugs and burglary. He was really a mess. Well, it seems Larry had broken out of prison and was on the run. I said come on over. He stayed with us a day and calmed down a lot. He had dried out in jail and Ashram life suited him.We decided to go to Washington. Larry was intrigued by our life and wanted to have more of it. He went with us. We had waited too long, so if we were to make it to Washington for the meeting we had to drive really fast. What followed was high speed transportation of a fugitive across state lines. Strangely enough no was too upset about this. What would happen would happen.We arrived in the city at sunset. Ken, our leader had scibbled down the adress of the meeting place. We asked a couple of people and finally got directions.It turned out that Ken had written down the wrong address and the person gave us wrong directions to that address but in a strange coincidence they were the right directions to the meeting!!!We were all suitably amazed for a few minutes but Larry was really amazed and was barely able to cope.. He wanted to know more about this whole business. Well, it turned out that after the darshan everyone went back to Atlanta but Larry. He went up and got into the inner circle of the movement, took upadesa and I never saw him again. He was graced with a rollercoaster ride and his innate courage let him make the most of it.I left the Ashram about a year later but I kept all the warm feelings.Peace and LoveBob G./join All paths go somewhere. No path goes nowhere. Paths, places, sights, perceptions, and indeed all experiences arise from and exist in and subside back into the Space of Awareness. Like waves rising are not different than the ocean, all things arising from Awareness are of the nature of Awareness. Awareness does not come and go but is always Present. It is Home. Home is where the Heart Is. Jnanis know the Heart to be the Finality of Eternal Being. A true devotee relishes in the Truth of Self-Knowledge, spontaneously arising from within into It Self. Welcome all to a.Your use of is subject to the Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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