Looking back now, my road to “A Course in Miracles” probably all started in 1969 when I accepted Jesus my personal Lord and Savior, underneath 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 had 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 such as for instance a parrot of Bible verses, that I didn’t even begin to comprehend, or town crier that nobody wanted to hear. Jesus would show me more, much more.
As divine synchronicity would have it, I ingested a hallucinogen that triggered a near death experience the afternoon 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 from the darkness, as my soul sang “I genuinely wish to help you Lord “.Then somebody started initially to emerge out from the light. This Holy One oscillated between masculine and feminine. As I’d been praying to Jesus, I thought it could be him, but with no beard. I started crying from the depths of my soul, since the Holy One communicated telepathically into my heart. I knew this Being to be nothing but pure love. Then it absolutely was over. I was shot back into my body, hearing what to a fresh song telling me “it’s been a long time coming, it’s planning to be a long time gone.” How true that’s been.
Annually later, I saw the cover of Autobiography of a Yogi. It had been Paramahansa Yogananda who’d 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 a course in miracles questions and answers. 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 much needed clarity for me to comprehend Jesus and Christianity better. Yogananda also showed me the primary truth behind the oneness of most religions. And he brought me to Babaji, the Mahavatar who sent him to America back the 1920s. From the time 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 phase in my own ongoing spiritual evolution. However, I didn’t know at this point that He’d supposedly manifested a body again and was residing in the small village of Haidakhan, in northern India. That would come later, combined with mystery and myth of 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 devote 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 exactly the same entity Yogananda had written about. Yes, one and exactly the 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 this mantra alone was stronger than one thousand atomic bombs and His 1-800 number. I started 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 ways to chant it on my dotara. With this going on, I bought “A Course in Miracles” and began the daily lessons immediately. I tried to make sense of the Text but got nowhere; each sentence bogged me down and had to be re-read over a lot of 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.Other