Love Everyone by Parvati Markus

Love Everyone by Parvati Markus

Author:Parvati Markus [Markus, Parvati]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: HarperOne
Published: 2015-11-10T00:00:00+00:00


Shivaya (Alan Cain) was living in Greenwich Village when he read Autobiography of a Yogi, which said that when the time was right, a teacher would appear. A few days later he read in the Village Voice that Yogi Ramaya had just arrived from India to teach Mahavatar Babaji’s kriya yoga. Every day Alan sat in front of a picture of Babaji and meditated on him. One day he felt like someone was in the room with him, and sure enough, when he opened his eyes, Babaji was sitting there. Telepathically, Alan said to him, “I want to go to India, but I’m really terrified.” Babaji raised his hand in blessing and said, “You will go to India, and you will have no fear.”

SHIVAYA: I spent years studying with Goenka and Munindra and doing Buddhist practice. I was in Bodhgaya in ’71 when that bus to Allahabad happened. Ram Dass suggested that I not go on the bus trip, and I accepted that. Then one day I was walking down the street in Delhi, and this friend I knew from Buddhist meditation courses, Marty Worth, who was a very reserved type of character, was now dancing down the street and acting sort of weird. When he saw me he did a spin.

“Whoa, Marty,” I said. “What’s going on?”

He said, “I’ve just come from Neem Karoli Baba.” He pulled out a color photo of Maharajji. “Neem Karoli Baba, the greatest saint in India. There is a bus at eleven tonight. Take it to Nainital, you’ll see him tomorrow.”

You know how you look at disciples or devotees of various gurus and think, “Do I want to be like that?” I looked at him and I said, “No, I don’t want to be like that,” so I went on my way.

I went to a money changer in Connaught Place. At that time money changers were out in the open. This guy had a room, a desk and two chairs, and a picture of Maharajji on his desk.

I asked, “Who’s that?”

“Neem Karoli Baba, the greatest saint in India.”

“Why do you have his picture?”

“All of his devotees come here. This man is such a great saint that you get blessings just by having his picture.”

I changed my money and went on my way.

I had a friend named Mahendra, and I would usually spend the night with him when I was in Delhi. We would wax philosophical into the night about God, and his wife was a great cook. After the money changer I go to Mahendra’s, and while we are waiting for dinner, he says, “I have a book of other friends who have stopped here along the way. Do you know Wavy Gravy? Do you know Dr. Larry?” He brings out this book, and I open up to an 8-by-10 glossy of Neem Karoli Baba. “That’s Neem Karoli Baba. He’s the greatest saint in India.”

It is about nine thirty when his wife comes in and says dinner is ready. I said, “Mahendra, I’m going to have to skip dinner.



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