American Mystic: Memoirs of a Happy Man by A. Ramana

American Mystic: Memoirs of a Happy Man by A. Ramana

Author:A. Ramana
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Inquiry Books
Published: 2015-03-15T00:00:00+00:00


CHAPTER 13

Gurus

Ithink it was a year after having the awakening experience in June, 1973, that I went to Arizona and stayed in a tepee.

My friend Al bought access or control over something like five thousand acres of excellent land outside of the little town of Wilcox, Arizona - with the intention of developing it or selling it. He had ways that I knew nothing about, he would come upon a good deal and he had one there. First he purchased a double-wide motor home and set it up where he lived and he invited me to come out.

The tepee was set up in walking distance and in sight of his house, but it was isolated. I lived in that tepee just enjoying nature out in the desert. The climate was ideal, cool at night, and warm, even hot in the daytime.

Al had been to Houston a time or two visiting and I had traveled out that way with him, and then I’d gone there on a bus and stayed for a while. After my awakening, nobody could relate to me. I was coming from a totally different place, living in the awareness of being and I had no concern about the mundane, financial aspect of worldly life, worldly activity. I didn’t have any interest in it at all.

Al thought he could understand where I was coming from. I tried to explain it to him. He had read a lot of books and there was much that he and I could talk about and explain to each other, but not this. He couldn’t quite grasp it. It was beyond him. I described it, in a sense, as like being on an ongoing acid trip. He could relate to that, because he and I had taken acid together a number of times. He said: “Hell, you still want to come down and you don’t want to stay up there all the time.”

“I’m trying to explain to you that’s where I am; it’s a natural place and it’s like that all the time.”

“That means you don’t want to do anything.”

“There’s not anyone here to do anything for. Whatever is going on is whatever is going on, and I’m not directing the show, I’m watching the show.”

His wife Nell could somewhat understand the awakening, but I couldn’t get Al to understand. It was beyond him and most of the people that I talked to.

When I returned to Houston from Arizona, I heard that Baba Muktananda was to come on his second world tour to America (1974 to 1976). It was posted on the bulletin board in the Phoenix Bookstore (the same book store where my awakening occurred), with the name of Matt Walford, a devotee of Baba, to contact. I called him, we met, got acquainted, and I got involved with him in bringing Baba to Houston.

Up to that point, my understanding was that it was necessary to have access to a guru to confirm a transformed awareness or state of being as genuine.



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