When I fist listened to a discourse by Adi Da Samraj in the year 2005, the first thing that struck me was His incredible eloquence even in public gatherings while speaking spontaneously. He spoke in polished, essay like, prose that was simultaneously very humorous and understandable while being evocative and precise. He has a…
When feeling this sweet current of Being that is The Beloved and any of my more overt contracted inclinations show up, instead of heading straight off in the direction of the accompanying thoughts like a dog chasing a car, I notice in that moment the blissfulness start to recede or at least become more muted.
I remember very clearly the first time I had an insight about our capacity to manifest in the material world. I was sitting in Harv Eker’s, Millionaire Mind Intensive, and he’d been communicating about how everyone has the capacity to manifest any outcome in the world they want. The key is to maintain your…
Sleeping and dreaming are times of pure “Cage”. I go to bed each night having felt The Beloved all day but when I sleep, it’s back to the “real world” for me. And then, when I wake up, the very first thought is of Adi Da and my immediate action is to do an inventory of His State. Lying in bed initially I can feel Him like a distant memory that becomes fuller once I rise to start my day. By the time I’m upstairs I’ve begun to feel Him more fully…but that’s when the whispers begin: “What if you lose Him?”
”He was much stronger last night. Maybe it’s going to fade away now. Remember not to think. Turn to Beloved! Do what you were doing before, quickly before it’s too late!”
I had been back from my 2007 trip to Naitauba for about a year when Deb told me she wanted a divorce. While there were many signs, I was totally blindsided. The idea that she might leave never really occurred to me. I was remarkably obtuse.
All I recall is that at some point I suddenly realized that the light entering my eye while meditating on Adi Da was so intensely bright and all the details of the entire room became so washed out in that light that it felt almost like I was staring into a light source. It was emanating from Him.
Imagine you’re driving down the highway in the slow lane going the speed limit and someone cuts you off trying to get to the exit and honks and flips you the bird screaming something about you driving too slow as they almost clip the front of your car. What’s your first thought and feeling?
The first time I really noticed Deb was in the spring of 1992. She was wearing a beautiful cotton summer dress with pink, red and blue flowers and she was playing with a little girl in her charge. They were twirling. I was smitten. She was 21 and I was 27.
Being a westerner, I’ve found that metaphors have been particularly useful for trying to understand or imagine how it’s possible that there are no separate others, that everything is God and that all the many things that appear are just that, appearances. One of my favorite metaphors is that we people are like waves…
For the past several months, but more intensely for the past month I have spent most of my days working from my home office in Sun Peaks resort while enjoying wave after wave of the most pleasant bliss and ecstasy. Those are the right words, but the intensity fluctuates. At times it rolls over me like a palpable warm wind. At other moments, it recedes while I work or talk but it’s still there, still delightful and always present.