Looking back now, my route to “A Course in Miracles” probably all entered 1969 while i accepted Jesus our Lord and Savior, consuming the Campus Crusade for Christ. However, after joining a Christian brotherhood of aspiring monks, where I had been daily quizzed about how many Bible I had created memorized and can recite verbatim, I used to be totally confused along with it all. Their form of reality just didn’t sit well with me at night. I felt just like a parrot of Bible, i didn’t even set out to understand, or the town crier that nobody desired to hear. Jesus would show me more, far more.
As divine synchronicity would have it, I ingested a hallucinogen that led to a near death experience the day after Christmas, 1970. Once i was at the black void, with the consciousness that “I Am”, George Harrison’s song My Sweet Lord began playing. That’s my voice singing to God, not George’s! Soon a superb white light began appearing out of the darkness, as my soul sang “I genuinely wish to see you Lord”. Then somebody begun to emerge out of the light. This Holy One oscillated between masculine and female. As I’m praying to Jesus, I thought it could be him, but without a beard. I started crying from the depths of my soul, because Holy One communicated telepathically into me. I knew this Being to be outright pure love. It was over. I used to be shot into my figure, hearing the text to a new song telling me “it’s been quite a while coming, it will be a very long time gone.” How factual that continues to be.
12 months later, I saw the top’s of Autobiography of a Yogi. It had been Paramahansa Yogananda who had visit me! Next came meeting Baba Ram Dass, who confirmed i wasn’t crazy and stated that Yogananda had gave the impression to many young spiritual seekers on drugs. Younger crowd autographed my copy of Be Here Now. My next decade was spent as an aspiring yogi and practicing Yogananda’s Self-Realization Fellowship lessons and exercises, chanting, meditating and receiving initiation into Kriya yoga. Yogananda’s path and linage of gurus brought the much needed clarity for me to understand Jesus and Christianity better. Yogananda also showed me the primary truth behind the oneness of most religions. And that he brought me to Babaji, the Mahavatar who sent him to America during the 1920s. Ever since I heard the name Babaji, I knew I knew Him. He and Jesus interact, behind the scenes, within the cosmic scheme of things. And Babaji ended up being function as second step within my ongoing spiritual evolution. However, I didn’t know at this time which he had supposedly manifested a physique again and was residing in the little village of Haidakhan, in northern India. That could come later, along with the mystery and myth of the current manifestation.
After hearing Bhagavan Das sing, I purchased a dotara and started chanting mantras to God daily. This easy, ancient two- stringed instrument is not hard to try out and lets one keep to the drone sound into silence. At this time, I got myself my own, personal put in place the woods and met a man who’d lived with Babaji. He conducted a Vedic fire ceremony that Babaji had taught him to initiate my new abode. I questioned and grilled him repeatedly, asking if it new Babaji was the identical entity Yogananda wrote about. Yes, one and the same but peoples egos still question His true identity. Babaji’s new Kriya yoga was the way of truth, simplicity and love while performing karma yoga- work – and keeping one’s mind on God, through repeating the ancient mantra Om Namaha Shivaya. Babaji stated that this mantra alone was more robust than a thousand atomic bombs and His 1-800 number. I started now seriously doing japa, or the repetition of the mantra on 108 rudraksha beads, to obtain this vibration into my sub consciousness. Also i learned many ways to chant it on my small dotara. Operating this occurring, I bought “A Course in Miracles” and started the daily lessons immediately. I tried to produce sense of the writing but got nowhere; each sentence bogged me down coupled with to be re-read over way too many times to assimilate. I had been just too young, I told myself. I was thirty-three. I’d deal with this Text later, someday, maybe.
Then after having a year of being married, home burns down- a real karmic fire ceremony. From the ashes, untouched by the fire, was obviously a picture of Babaji and the cymbals from Haidakhan. Talk about miracles! Next, was the unexpected news we have an infant coming, after losing everything? My marriage did start to dissolve quickly while i fell twenty feet off a roof covering, breaking my body in twelve places. Surviving death, I used to be put back to college for two several years to be retrained, while my ex-wife and son left for the Southwest. This is when all of my abandonment issues resulted in extreme drinking alone. After graduation, I left for India to find out Babaji’s ashram, while he had already left His physical body again, and pray for help with playing from the most spiritual country in the world. I attended the 1995 Kumbha Mela festival with millions of others and lo and behold, who should appear? It absolutely was Babaji, asking me basically was having fun. Yes, but I couldn’t talk with answer Him! He then disappeared back into the crowd, leaving me mesmerised. Returning state side, I ended up following my ex- wife and son to the Southwest, where my next thing was peyote meetings with the Indigenous peoples for countless years in the future. Everything I’d read and studied in the Course was evident about the medicine inside that tipi. God Is. I learned more in one night than I’d in a long time of studying metaphysical books. But I didn’t practice all I’d learned i let my depressed ego, alcohol and abandonment issues take me more detailed death’s very door. However, as fate, karma and prayers would have it, I finished in prison for two main.5 years with an aggravated DUI, as an alternative to dead, where I ran across the Courses’ Manual for Teachers in our library. Soon, I needed the entire book sent in liberal to prisoners and it was reintroduced to Jesus again, because of the time I want to to review every word of that lengthy text. After two decades, I must be tall enough to have it now! In time current assistance of the program, I used to be finally in a position to forgive myself for your bizarre life my ego had constructed. Used to do the daily lessons again, wanting to begin to see the face of Christ within each inmate. Which was no easy one. But I left prison a changed, free sober man, much better for that experience with a primary draft book about this all under my belt. Today, We have eight many years of sobriety under my belt and my book Still Singing, Somehow won the autumn Pinnacle Book Achievement Award. It is a very condensed form of my story- an odyssey of 1 soul’s karma.
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