Mercedes De Acosta Part 1

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My Beloved Randy,

In answer to a question,

when Self meets Self only truth,

light, love answers the Silence

in having met........No One....... special.......

ana

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Monday, October 10, 2005 11:30 AM

Re: Mercedes De Acosta Part 1

Funny thing I was just re-reading her story yesterday..I like this

part the best:I moved near Bhagavan, sitting at his feet and facing

him. Guy was right. Not long after this Bhagavan opened his eyes. He

moved his head and looked directly down at me, his eyes looking into

mine. It would be impossible to describe this moment and I am not

going to attempt it. I can only say that at this second I felt my

inner being raised to a new level--as if, suddenly, my state of

consciousness was lifted to a much higher degree. Perhaps in this

split second I was no longer my human self but the Self. Then

Bhagavan smiled at me. It seemed to me that I had never before known

what a smile was. I said, "I have come a long way to see you." He

said, "I knew you were coming and I have been guiding your steps."

There was a silence. I had stupidly brought a piece of paper on which

I had written a number of questions I wanted to ask him. I fumbled for

it in my pocket, but the questions were already answered by merely

being in his presence. There was no need for questions or answers.

Nevertheless, my dull intellect expressed one. "Tell me, whom shall I

follow--what shall I follow? I have been trying to find this out for

years by seeking in religions, in philosophies, in teachers and

teachings." Again there was a silence. After a few minutes, which

seemed to me a long trine, he spoke. "You are not telling the truth.

You are just using words--just talking. You know perfectly well whom

to follow. Why do you need me to confirm it?You mean I should

follow my inner self?" I asked. "I don't know anything about your

inner self. You should follow the Self. There is nothing or no one

else to follow." Blessings always in the nowRandy--- In

, "Era" <n0ndual@w...> wrote:>> > HERE

LIES THE HEARTE xcerpts from her book of the same nameby Me> rcedes

De Acosta The author's first knowledge of the Bhagavan Sri> Ramana

Maharshi ...> > I used to go constantly to Adrian's. When we came

from the studio we often had dinner by ourselves in his house or he

would give parties and ask me to help him arrange the table or

receive his guests. At one of these dinners I met Paul Brunton who

had written a book called A Search in Secret India. When I read this

book it had a profound influence on me. In it I learned for the first

time about Ramana Maharshi, a great Indian saint and sage. It was as

though some emanation of this saint was projected out of the book to

me.> For days and nights after reading about him I could not think

of > anything else. I became, as it were, possessed by him. I could

not even talk of anything else. So much so, that as a joke, Adrian

made a drawing of me peering out from behind a group of Indians and

wrote under it A SEARCH IN SECRET INDIA. > > But nothing could

distract me > from the idea that I must go and meet this saint. From

this time on, although I ceased to speak too much about it, the whole

direction of my life turned toward India and away from Hollywood. I

felt that I would surely go there although there was nothing at this

time to indicate that I would. Nevertheless, I felt I would meet the

Maharshi and that this meeting would be the greatest experience of my

life. > > Voyage to India - Conversations with Meher Baba and Sri

Aurobindo And this time I wanted most of all to go to India to see

the great Indian sage and saint, Ramana Maharshi, and I felt that I

must go at once. I had very little money, far too little to risk

going to India, but something pushed me toward it. I went to the

steamship company and booked myself> one of the cheapest cabins on

an Indian ship, the S.S. Victoria sailing from Genoa to Bombay toward

the beginning of October. In the meantime I flew to Dublin to see my

sister Baba and her husband, Freddie Shaw, and their two children

Frederick and Mercedes. Like many youngest sons, Fred> die had no

money, but he was a rem> arkably good and fine man. They were living

in a modest little house and I never saw a family so devoted to each

other or so happy together. Alfredo Sides' wife Consuelo sailed with

me to India.>