Tag: Searching for the Guru

Psychedelic Awakening

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These medicines will allow you to come and visit Christ, but you can only stay two hours. Then you have to leave again. This is not the true Samadhi. It’s better to become Christ than to visit him – but even the visit of a saint for a moment is useful. But love is the…
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Drinking Urine for Spiritual Enlightenment?

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A little blog entry about urine, enlightenment, and the need for logic and reason on the spiritual path.

Christ and Neem Karoli Baba

An Encounter with Christ

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Below is a record of the day when there was no doubt that I had met the Guru. Its the day that I gained a true faith in Grace. Since that day She has taught me that there is only One, True Guru, and He/She/It is beyond anything that we can grasp.  The Guru is…
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❤️ STARLIGHT - I am in one of those moods again where I just want to kiss anything that moves. I would even kiss the Sun if he would let me, but instead he has climbed down his own sunbeam and nestled in my heart. Now, when I kiss the plants, the insects, or the Moon, they burn into stars. This is what you are yearning for, dear lover. Just lean closer, and let me kiss you into who you really are. ------------------------------ ❤️ I wrote this poem when I was 23 years old. I was living on Maui, but had not moved in yet to Ram Dass' home. I was working as his gardener, and I was living 3 miles away in a bamboo hut without electricity or any furniture. All I had was a sleeping bag, a bug net, a harmonium, and a small altar. I remember waking up before sunrise so I could eat breakfast and walk the 3-mile journey along the Hana Highway to be at Ram Dass' by 8 am to start work. I would garden for 3 hours, then hitchhike back to my bamboo hut, forced to be alone with my altar, harmonium, and notepad. When I wasn't chanting and trying to learn the Hanuman Chalisa, I spent a significant portion of my time writing. I spent most of my time alone, and writing was my way to share my inner experiences. This is still my favorite poem from that time. Thank you @perryjulienphotography for capturing these photos from the Taos Ashram. Check out his page for more incredible shots. He has some pics of @babaramdass that are 🔥 I love words, the way they sound, the way feel as they roll off the tongue, how they play with the resonance of the heart... I have devoted my life to the bold attempt at conveying Love through sound, imagery, and meaning. Of course, this is an impossible task; Love is Silent, Formless, and beyond the mind. But what a MUSE! Like swimming after a leaf in a still pond, as I strengthen my poetic wings, Love soars ever upward, always teasing just beyond the net of metaphor's reach, but close enough for me to swing blindly through the clouds with tear-soaked eyes. Couldn't I just barely caress the silk bottoms of Love's lotus feet? But during this past week at the Hanuman Temple in the high desert of New Mexico, Love set aflame the net, the wings, and even the clouds. As I fall humbly to the Earth I am blinded by the radiance of the Sun, left spellbound with nothing to say but the oldest of cliches- there are no words. This satsang, this temple, this Hanumanji, Maharajji, Mataji, RAM DASS ji... . "Sanak and the sages, Brahma, gods and great saints, Narada, Sarasvati, and the king of serpents, Yama, Kubera, and the guardians of the quadrants, poets and scholars-none can express your glory." . Jaya SitaRam! Jaya Hanuman! Jai Shree Mataji! Ram Ram Ram Ram RAAAAAMA! . 📷@_vishnudass_

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