This Road to A Course in Miracles
September 10, 2020 Business
Looking back now, my way to “A Course in Miracles” probably all were only available in 1969 when I accepted Jesus my own Lord and Savior, beneath the influence of the Campus Crusade for Christ. However, after joining a Christian brotherhood of aspiring monks, where I was daily quizzed how many Bible verses I’d memorized and could recite verbatim, I was totally confused because of it all. Their version of reality just didn’t sit well with me. I felt like a parrot of Bible verses, that I didn’t even begin to comprehend, or the city crier that nobody wanted to hear. Jesus would show me more, much more.
As divine synchronicity could have it, I ingested a hallucinogen that triggered a near death experience the day after Christmas, 1970. When I was in the black void, with only the consciousness that “I Am”, George Harrison’s song My Sweet Lord began playing. That has been my voice singing to God, not George’s! Soon an excellent white light began appearing out of the darkness, as my soul sang “I genuinely wish to see you Lord “.Then somebody started initially to emerge out of the light. This Holy One oscillated between masculine and feminine. As I’d been praying to Jesus, I thought it might be him, but with out a beard. I began crying from the depths of my soul, whilst the Holy One communicated telepathically into my heart. I knew this Being to be just pure love. Then it had been over. I was shot back into my body, hearing the words to a brand new song telling me “it’s been quite a long time coming, it’s planning to be quite a long time gone.” How true that’s been.
Annually later, I saw the cover of Autobiography of a Yogi. It absolutely was Paramahansa Yogananda who had come if you ask me! Next came meeting Baba Ram Dass, who confirmed that I wasn’t crazy and stated that Yogananda had appeared to many young spiritual seekers on drugs. He also autographed my copy of Be Here Now. My next decade was spent being 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 essential clarity for me to comprehend Jesus and Christianity better. Yogananda also showed me the fundamental truth behind the oneness of religions. And he brought me to Babaji, the Mahavatar who sent him to America in the 1920s. Ever since I heard the name Babaji, I knew I knew Him. He and Jesus interact, behind the scenes, in the cosmic scheme of things. And Babaji was to be the next thing in my own ongoing spiritual evolution. However, I didn’t know at this point that He had supposedly manifested a human body again and was residing in the little village of Haidakhan, in northern India. That will come later, combined with the mystery and myth with this current manifestation.
After hearing Bhagavan Das sing, I bought a dotara and began chanting mantras to God daily. This simple, ancient two- stringed instrument is simple to play and lets one follow the drone sound into silence. Now, I purchased my own personal invest the woods and met a person 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 this new Babaji was the exact same entity Yogananda wrote about. Yes, one and the exact same but peoples egos still question His true identity. Babaji’s new Kriya yoga was the trail of truth, simplicity and love while performing karma yoga- work – and keeping one’s mind on God, through repetition of the ancient mantra Om Namaha Shivaya. Babaji stated that mantra alone was more powerful than a thousand atomic bombs and His 1-800 number. I began at this point seriously doing japa, or the repetition of the mantra on 108 rudraksha beads, to obtain this vibration into my sub consciousness. I also learned many methods to chant it on my dotara. With all this going on, I bought “A Course in Miracles” and began the daily lessons immediately message of a course in miracles. I tried to produce sense of the Text but got nowhere; each sentence bogged me down and must be re-read over way too many times to assimilate. I was just too young, I told myself. I was thirty-three. I’d deal with this specific Text later, someday, maybe.
Then after having a year of being married, our house burns down- a real karmic fire ceremony. In the ashes, untouched by the fire, was an image of Babaji and His cymbals from Haidakhan. Talk about miracles! Next, was the unexpected news that individuals have a child coming, after losing everything? My marriage started initially to dissolve quickly after I fell twenty feet off a roof, breaking my body in twelve places. Surviving death, I was put back into college for two years to be retrained, while my ex-wife and son left for the Southwest. This really is when all my abandonment issues led to extreme drinking alone. After graduation, I left for India to see Babaji’s ashram, as He had already left His physical body again, and to pray for help with my life in the most spiritual country on earth. I attended the 1995 Kumbha Mela festival with ten million others and lo and behold, who should appear? It absolutely was Babaji, asking me if I was having fun. Yes, but I couldn’t speak to answer Him! Then He disappeared back into the crowd, leaving me blown away. Returning state side, I ended up following my ex- wife and son to the Southwest, where my next step was peyote meetings with the Native Americans for quite some time to come. Everything I’d read and studied in the Course was evident on the medicine inside that tipi. God Is. I learned more in a single night than I’d in years of studying metaphysical books. But I didn’t practice all I’d learned and I let my depressed ego, alcohol and abandonment issues take me closer to death’s very door. However, as fate, karma and prayers could have it, I ended up in prison for 2.5 years on an aggravated DUI, in place of dead, where I came across the Courses’Manual for Teachers within our library. Soon, I’d the whole book submitted absolve to prisoners and was reintroduced to Jesus again, with all the current time I needed to review every word of this lengthy text. After 20 years, I should be old enough to obtain it now! In time and with the help of the Course, I was finally in a position to forgive myself for the bizarre life my ego had constructed. I did so the daily lessons again, trying to see the face area of Christ within each inmate. That has been not an easy one. But I left prison a changed, free sober man, much better for the ability and with an initial draft book about all of it under my belt. Today, I have eight years of sobriety under my belt and my book Still Singing, Somehow won the fall Pinnacle Book Achievement Award. This is a very condensed version of my story- an odyssey of one soul’s karma.