Witness Everything-! My Life With Swami Rama
Witness Everything-! My Life With Swami Rama
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Swami Jnaneshvara Bharati!
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Minnesota!
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Roaming!
Time to go!
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Honesdale!
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What do you want?!
The only other thing I asked for!
Asking for what you offer!
Gayatri Mantra!
You should do yoga nidra!
You should do agnisara!
Swamijis serious difficulty!
When you do this, you are There!!
You are on the path and I will lead you!
If youre not here, why am I here?!
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Seek Self-Realization at all cost!
The more Im around you, the more I like you!
Renaming the dog!
Glasses!
Awakening!
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Swami Rama has been the most important person in my life, without exception. The
saying, When the student is ready, the teacher will come, means that during the preparation
period one must venture on alone, doing the best he can, until the help finally comes in the
external, physical way. Many of the earlier stories which follow are from that preparation period,
awaiting the meeting with the yet unknown Swami Rama. Ive come to see that he and the
tradition of the Himalayan masters were actually there much earlier than our first meeting,
probably having been there all along, and most likely from past incarnations.
As a result of the years with Swami Rama, many of the experiences and intuitions of
childhood and earlier adult life came to make sense in the context of the new learning about the
stages of Self-realization. The other stories which follow are about experiences with the
embodied Swami Rama, as well as about life after he left his body and his physical presence in
this world.
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memory trace from a previous lifeI was about to discover that this is what I am as a person in
the worlda swami.
Many of the books by this or that swami caught my attention, but one in particular stood
out for me. That was Lectures on Yoga by Swami Rama. What is this yoga? I wondered,
having neverto my knowledgeencountered this word before in this life. I opened the book
and started scanning. This was fascinating, not like anything I had ever seen before. The first
chapter was entitled, What is Yoga? Swami Rama explained:
The central teaching of yoga is that mans true nature is divine, perfect,
and infinite. He is unaware of this divinity, however, because he falsely
identifies himself with his body, mind and objects of the external world.
This spoke to me. It sounded familiar. It seemed to possibly be that unnamed something,
which I had been looking for, waiting for, for a very long time, since childhood. It was surely not
the message of the churches of my youth that I am a sinner. In this book, Swami Rama went on
to explain:
This false identification, in turn, makes him think he is imperfect and
limited, subject to sorrow, decay and death because his mind and body are
subject to the limitations of time, space, and causation. Through the
meditative methods of yoga, however, man can cast off this ignorance and
become aware of his own true Self which is pure and free from all
imperfections.
I didnt entirely understand what this meant, but it seemed to be going in the right
direction. I had felt the sorrow of which he spoke, and this sure sounded familiar, matching much
of my life experiences so far. This yoga had something called meditative methods and these
would cast off this ignorance. Again, this intuitively sounded right on track. My heart and
mind stirred passionately, like the gripping response to the crescendo of a symphony or a movie.
Swami Rama went on:
The Sanskrit word yoga comes from the root yuj, meaning to join
together, or unite and yoga represents the union of the individual self, or
atman, with the supreme universal Self, or Paramatman. This is the
union of man with absolute reality.
For many years, well back into my youth, I had been looking for something which seemed to
have no name. I had a vague sense that this was going to take some considerable time to find,
and that I needed to be patient. I needed to be patient, though I was feeling anything but patient;
there was a sense of urgency.
Finally, in my late thirties I had now encountered yoga, the core principles at the heart of
yoga, which had to do with the realization, the direct and personal experience of the long intuited
unity of myself with the universe. Not only had I encountered yoga in the traditional meaning of
the word, I had also encountered Swami Rama, the one who would guide and open the doors for
me. Tears still come to the eyes as I think back about this moment.
These words of Swami Rama set the standard for me of what is the meaning of the word
yoga. I had never heard of yoga before. I had no idea of any yoga that was a physical fitness
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routine. There was no Yoga Alliance as a certifying or registering body for yoga teachers in the
US; that was to come several years later. Because of the nature of my experience, it has seemed
very odd to see yoga later become a fitness industry as it is now called. It has also lead to
criticism from the promoters of the new yoga movement against the more traditional views of
yoga, such as I and many others have been taught by Swami Rama, and share, in turn, with
others.
Early seeds
The inner blue sky
During spontaneous meditations in childhood I would often see an incredible,
indescribably beautiful field of light blue, a little like the rich blue of a clear winter sky. It was
very peaceful. This was happening by age eight, though it started to shift around age ten.
Gradually, over about two years, up to age twelve, the blue sky shifted in color, moving ever
further away from the joy-filled soft blue it had been. It became a progressively deeper brown,
and it eventually faded to such a deep brown that it was virtually black.
I felt a sense of loss over this; I had become rather attached to my blue field. In
retrospect, it has felt like I was in a transition into living in this very earthly world, leaving the
subtle and causal levels behind. Much later I also learned that as meditation progresses, the inner
experience moves not only beyond familiar objects such as people and possessions, but also
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beyond subtle experiences such as my adored blue field. It is part of the process of the seer, the
Self resting in its own nature; the objectsboth gross and subtleare allowed to let go.
Spontaneous practices
By the time I was about eight to ten years old, I was spontaneously doing yoga practices,
including hand mudras, asanas, and locks such as uddiyana bandha. I could do breath retention
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for as much as three or more minutes. I had no idea what these were, as I had never heard of
yoga or any of these practices in this life. They just came to me and felt good when I did them. I
was also spontaneously and consciously doing trataka (gazing on a point) and meditation, though
I had no external training in these either. I had never heard of or been taught any such things. I
always felt like I was breaking some unwritten rules in doing these things, so I kept it to myself,
not telling anybody about any of this. It was only decades later that I made any connection
between these and yoga practices, and our tradition.
While I did not know about these practices, I sensed that they had some significance,
thinking that one day in the far future (about thirty years of age, I guessed when I was ten) I
would look back at this time and these experiences and reflect on what great meaning they had.
Its interesting that there seemed to be something about age thirty, even in this early age. One
side said I would not be able to see at thirty, and the other side intuited an expansion of sorts at
thirty. The latter was the one that emerged when thirty finally came. It was when I started to
strongly pursue this elusive desire which had been indescribable in my youth.
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out that my magnificent obsession is the largest obsession known to humanity. There is the old
saying, Be careful what you ask for. I asked for a magnificent obsession, and boy, did I ever
get one! Self-realization, the granddaddy of them all.
Lost Horizon
There is a book entitled Lost Horizon which I read in my early teens. It is a story about a
plane crashing in the Himalayas, and of the passengers then meeting the monks of a very special
monastery in a place called Shangrila. This book strongly caught my attention and seemed to
hold clues of what I was looking for in life.
Swami Rama has explained that the inspiration for this book and Shangrila was our
tradition and the cave monasteries of the Himalayas. The book left me with a desire to go to the
Himalayas, but I had nowhere specific to go there, and never pursued it. It has felt like the
Himalayas came to me in the form of Swami Rama many years later, and that he then literally
invited me to come there to live in his Rishikesh ashram, showing me the way to the Himalayas.
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scientists I felt a special affinity with him. It left no wonder at how fitting it was that he was the
one who showed up in my life to guide me. It was he I got as a guide, not some religious person
promoting rituals and worship of fantasized deities.
Johnny Appleseed
Most of us see imagespictures, books, or movieswhich draw our attention, which
capture the essence of the answer to the question, What do you want to do when you grow up?
One of the primary images for me was a childrens book that I had when I was four years old,
entitled Johnny Appleseed. It was about a boy who wandered around, here and there, planting
apple seeds to grow apple trees. It was me; it captured the spirit of what I wanted to do, only it
did not seem to be literally about apple trees. My attention was drawn to the stick, the staff that
the boy carried with him. I found myself looking for my stick, as if I had one, but had misplaced
it. In childhood I had fishing poles, and they were not it. I shot some rifles, and they were not it. I
carried a flag in front of a homecoming parade in college, and that was not it. It was not until my
late thirties when I first saw a painting of Adi Shankaracharya holding a danda (staff) that I
recognized what I was looking for. It gave the insight that what I am (or was previously) is/was a
swami carrying a danda. Over thirty years later, I would be given initiation as a dandi swami.
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I felt sad and confused walking around from table to table, not finding any offering that really
drew my attention. Surely there were no tables about meditation, and nobody offered any swami
training programs (though I did not know about meditation and swamis at the time). I was
envious of friends and others who seemed to be finding so many choices of what they might
study or do in their working lives. From time to time I later wondered what life might have
looked like if I had met Swami Rama much earlier. But, its all worked out well, and the timing
with Swamiji has probably been absolutely perfect.
During adolescence I asked what is the difference between a college and a university.
Somebody (I dont recall who) explained to me that a college focused on a single subject and that
university was a place that had many colleges within it. It was explained to me that a university
is a place where everything is available. My mind latched onto the word everything and I
thought that surely this unknown something that I was looking for must be available there. So, I
set off for university with that in mind. I never found what I was looking for in that university,
although it was in another university that I discovered Swami Rama nearly twenty years later.
Think of one thing and then forget it
I had been dabbling with meditationwithout any external guidancefor many years,
back into preteens childhood. At 21 years of age I was working in downtown Jacksonville,
Florida. One day I had an intuition come from within that I should go to the downtown library,
and that there was a book there for me. I had never been to this library and had to look up the
address in a phone book, and then find it on a map. I calculated that if I bought a sandwich at the
shop next door to our office, I could eat on the way, walk to the library and back, and have a few
minutes inside the library.
Briskly I strode down the street while hastily eating the sandwich. As I went in the door
of the library, I threw the wrappings and paper bag into a trash barrel. Wide stairs were right in
front of me. I went up and instinctively turned to the left, walked to the end, to the wall of the
building, which was floor to ceiling windows. At the windows I turned left again, and walked
down 5-10 stacks and stopped. I turned to the shelves and pulled a single book from the shelf and
flipped open the pages. There was a paragraph which explained that the mind was in the habit of
always having a thought in it. All we had to do is to think of only one thought, and then allow
ourselves to forget that one thought. I do not know the name of the book or the name of the
author. Having a sense that this is what I was looking for, I briskly returned to work.
That evening I sat quietly and tried to imagine what one thought I would think of.
Lacking guidance or any other suggestion, I thought of an internal image of a number 1, like a
big candle that goes on a birthday cake. I imagined this in my field of inner vision, only that
number 1. After a while there was a tingling in my fingers and toes. For a while I was able to
ignore this and be only aware of the 1. But, then, somewhere along the way I became aware of
this tingling and the fact that I was aware of it; immediately the whole practice stopped. The
tingling was gone, along with the awareness of the 1.
The next night I went home from work and ran the same experiment again. The tingling
returned, and this time started moving up my arms and legs. For a while I naturally ignored this,
and remained only aware of the 1. As happened the night before, once I became fully aware of
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this, the whole thing went away, both the tingling and the 1, and I was just sitting there, aware
of my external surroundings again.
A third night came and the same thing happened again. This time the tingling rose up my
arms to my shoulders, and up my legs to around my lower abdomen. I noticed that the distance
from the feet to the abdomen was a little further than up the hands to the shoulders, but that the
movement took the same amount of time, not knowing if that was significant. As I once again
lost awareness of all of this, I wondered where this was going. It seemed to be moving upward
and I wondered what would happen if it entered into my head.
On the fourth or fifth night of these experiments the tingling moved all the way up my
arms and legs, to the neck, and into the head. There was a flash of sorts and the whole thing
disappeared, both the tingling and the 1. I was not conscious in the waking state sense for four
hours or more. I did not know where I went, if went was even the right word. I did not
understand what had happened, and it was nearly twenty years later before I started to learn
about these states of consciousness. I was left with a sense of fear and backed off for a
considerable length of time. I meditated from time to time, but did not have this kind of
experience again. Years later, my impression was that this was a gift of the tradition in the sense
that, When the student is ready, the teacher will appear. My impression of this is that when we
are hungry, very hungry, and sincere, help will come in one form or another, even if it is in the
form of guiding one to the library.
Glowing feet
Who was that man with the brilliantly glowing white feet? A couple years before I was to
physically encounter the tradition of the Himalayan Masters and Swami Rama, a friend with a
big house asked me if I would house sit for him while he and his family were traveling for a
couple weeks. He wanted to feel that his house was secure. Interestingly, it didnt seem to matter
that my small apartment would not be secure during that time, as I would not be there.
While I was staying there, I was sitting alone one evening meditating. I was sitting on a chair
in their den, library, and television room. There was a large squishy couch across from where I
was sitting. It was very quiet and the meditation was exceptionally still and internal. I forgot that
I was in that room. Then something drew my attention ever so slightly. It felt like somebody was
in the room with me. The draw of my attention was so slight that I could easily, naturally ignore
it. But it faintly came again, and then went away. A couple times that slight distraction came into
my awareness and then went away. Finally, from a deep stillness I opened the slit of my eyes just
to confirm that there was nobody there. When the eyelids slowly opened, the view was revealed
from the bottom to the top. First the floor just in front was visible; then a little further, and then
still further. My eyes opened only a little. There they wereright in front of metwo glowing
feet. They were brilliant white, like the white light from a fluorescent light. I only opened my
eyelids enough to see up to the ankles; not beyond. Slowly my eyelids closed; there was an ever
so slight wave of fear. Mind really was quite quiet at the moment, and inner focused. Once again,
the eyelids opened, thinking the feet would not be there. They were still there. This time the
wave of fear was a little stronger, though still slight. The third time the eyelids opened, the feet
were gone and the meditation was over.
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I didnt tell anybody about this; no surprise, I suppose. A couple years, thinking about the
phrase when the student is ready, the teacher will come, a wave of sadness went through me,
and a sense of fear. Had the teacher come, and I sent him away by ignoring him? The fear was
intense, and stayed with me. For a while, I couldnt shake the fear of the possibility that after
years of longing for the thing which I had no words to describe, someone had come to help and I
sent him away because of my cowardice.
The longing was still there, though. What was I to do? Give up? That would be like a hungry
man suddenly saying hes no longer hungry just because he showed up at the restaurant after it
had already closed. Still he is hungry; still, like the hungry man, I was longing. To this day I do
not know for sure who it was. Was it Swami Rama? Was it one of his buddies? I dont know for
sure, though I have a suspicion. We all seem to be stuck with the fact that the masters work in
these mysterious ways. It is a great sign of love that they quietly guide from the silence,
sometimes invisibly.
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Congress of Religions in 1893 and subsequently traveling and lecturing throughout the United
States. I have read most of his writings and found them very useful in those early years.
Most striking of the swami books were the few by Swami Rama, and in particular, his
book Lectures on Yoga, which I mentioned in the beginning of this story.
I dont think I had ever heard the word swami before, or if I had, did not know what it
meant. A flash popped into my mind that, This is what I am; I am a swami. For decades I
would think from time to time things like, The goal of a doctor is to treat people. The goal of a
plumber is to fix the pipes. Who is it that has the goal of treating people with medicine? A doctor.
Who is it that has the goal of fixing leaking pipes? A plumber. Who is it that has the goal of
setting aside all false identities? There seemed to be no word for that, at least no word in the
vocabulary I had been taught. However, there you have it, the real identity I was looking for,
swami.
While it took decades to discover, I finally I had an answer to this. Such a person is called
a swami, in that this is what a swami does. He renounces all identities at all levels, so as to
realize the True identity, beyond all the relative, worldly identities. Or, alternatively, he could be
called a yogi in the sense of being one who has realized yoga or union with the whole of reality.
This was the missing identity that I had been looking for since early childhood. It felt
more like a memory than the fulfillment of a desire to become a certain something, as would
have been the case if, for example, I had discovered I wanted to become a doctor or a taxi driver
or a school teacher. Rather, it was a recognition of what I already was, not that this is what I
wanted to become. It didnt mean that I knew what were the next steps on that journey or what I
needed to do to reclaim the identity; it was just a feeling, a very strong one.
Several years later Swami Rama confirmed that this was the case, that I had been doing
this beforethat I was a swami in a past life. His validation was comforting. I had felt a little
crazy before, and his reassurances were settling to the mind.
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this was a question that needed to be immediately answered. There was no time for thinking
about it or for researching the meaning. I had to just answer from inside, from my heart. Out of
my mouth came, Yes.
He told me that he would call back a little later to give me more detailed instructions.
When he called back, he gave driving instructions to a womans condominium that was about
thirty miles away. I was to go there at a certain time that evening, and was told to also bring a
check with me, payable to Swami Rama. I flinched over this, as it did not seem right that there
would be a fee for such a thing. It wasnt a large amount ($54) so I kept silent and just showed
up with the check.
Dr. Arya was sitting in a bedroom with the lights off and only a dim light shining in from
another room, from under the door. He asked me to sit in front of him, which I did very
awkwardly; my meditation posture was very far from proper at that time. He explained that he
was a messenger of Swami Rama and then spoke a mantra into my right ear. There were no
flashing lights, fireworks, or sounds. It was just a sound which, though pleasant sounding, did
not bring anything fantastic. He gave me instructions in how to use the mantra, which I
attempted to faithfully practice. A couple years later Swami Rama replaced the mantra with one
he gave me directly, and, I am happy to say, he did not ask for a payment. That remains the guru
mantra that I still use, remembering the instruction that it is for life and is a transition guide at the
end of this life.
I have always appreciated Dr. Arya for being an emissary of Swami Rama on that very
special evening. It was a most significant turning point in this life and signaled one of several
rites of passage in a beautiful, though sometimes exasperating journey of fire and light, as Swami
Rama has called it. Reflecting once again on the saying that, When the student is ready, the
teacher will come, I playfully restated this truth as, sometimes when the student is ready, the
phone may ring.
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Roaming
My time in California was coming to an end. I had finished the masters degree program
that I moved there to study. There was nothing to keep me there, and I felt the draw to find out
more about Swami Rama and his tradition. I packed the car and started traveling, visiting both
Minneapolis and Honesdale, the two places I had heard about where it seemed most likely I
could take next steps. After that trip, I decided to accept an invitation to stay in the Minneapolis
Meditation Center for a while. I was there for a little over a year and there were many lessons
learned during that time, some very gentle and loving, and other lessons of a more difficult kind.
Both kinds of lessons seem to be needed in the sadhana of our tradition.
Time to go
Human personalities sometimes bump against one another. I had seen this often in
corporations where I had worked, but now apparently needed to learn the lesson that this also
happens in what are often called spiritual organizations. There were people problems in the
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Minneapolis Meditation Center and one of the offshoots of this was that Swami Rama ended his
active involvement with the center; he wrote to their board that he irrevocably withdrew his
support. This action by Swami Rama understandably lead to some shifts in orientation.
People not closely aligned with the new organization naturally left and moved on with
their lives. Others, including me, were asked to leave. I was visiting there only as a temporary
guest, and was never involved in any aspect of management or faculty. Nonetheless, I had
instinctively already started to make contacts with leaders of the Himalayan Institute at
Honesdale, Pennsylvania to see about living there. Literally the day after learning that I would be
leaving Minnesota, the phone rang and I was invited to come live in residence at the Himalayan
Institute. Finally, I would be living where Swami Rama spent most of his time when in the US.
Honesdale
You need that (food)
It was my first time at Honesdale, at the Himalayan Institute. Swami Rama walked in the
front door of the dining room, and walked to his right all the way along the wall, across the back
and then along the tables back toward the door. He didnt speak to anybodyjust walked
through quietlyuntil he got right behind me. He gave me a slap on the back with his left hand
as he pointed to the watermelon in front of me with the finger of his right hand. With a boisterous
laugh he said, You need that! He was right. I was very early in my process of improving my
food habits. Eating properly was one of the greatest down-to-earth benefits I got from my several
years of living at the Pennsylvania institute, in addition, of course, to the many other lessons
from Swamiji, and those inspiring slaps on the back.
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you doing? I replied, Still asleep. As confidence grew, along with frustration over not having
what I wanted, I started saying to him things like, Im still asleep because you wont wake me
up. I think he actually quite liked this, seeing me become ever more clear about what I really
wanted in the depths of my heart. It happened quite a few times that when Swamiji asked me
how I was doing, I would reply by asking him a question, I dont know; you havent told me
lately. How am I doing? He would often answer with something like, I have been watching
you. Youre doing great. Keep doing exactly what youre doing. Dont change anything.
One morning I was struck by the humorous side of these words. It was early morning and
I was walking from the toilet back to my room on the mens wing at Honesdale when here came
Swamiji walking down the hall toward me. He said in that booming voice of his, How are you
doing? I replied, Still asleep, just as we were walking past each other. Suddenly I realized it
may have sounded like I was just sleepy and wanted to go back to bed, which is not what I
meant. Some surge came up wanting to explain what I had actually meant, but the moment was
gone, and Swamiji had walked on down the hall. I reminded myself that he seemed to never miss
anything, and it was safe to presume he understood my meaning. I dont now recall whether I
went back to my room to sit for meditation or to lie down for some more sleep.
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lovingly, I was not talking to you. It left me rather speechless, and all I could get out was
something like, Hmmm.
Gayatri Mantra
One of the traditional practices done by those who are most dedicated to the path is
mahapurascharna of Gayatri mantra. While there are shorter purascharnas (such as 125,000
repetitions), the mahapurascharna of Gayatri is 2.4 million rounds of the mantra, or 24,000
malas. It was given as a preparatory practice on the path of sannyasa (renunciation) to become a
swami. Most of the practice was done while I was living at the Himalayan Institute at Honesdale.
There was a woman student of Swamijis who was also doing this practice. Everybody at
the Institute knew it, and she was given special arrangements with her work duties so that she
would have time for this most special practice. But, nobody at the Institute other than Swami
Rama knew that I was doing the practice. I got no special graces or time for the practice. I had to
fit it in while doing my regular work duties and dishwashing shifts. I wrestled with this inequity
and thought about complaining or asking for special arrangements, but I did not, and just quietly
did the practice. During much of the practice period, I was working in the art department on the
layout of the Yoga International magazine. Our hours were long when it came near deadline time,
and I often had little or no sleep some days during those times. The practice was taking six to
seven hours per day, and sometimes we worked more than twelve hour days, not including time
for ablutions and meals.
For a couple years, I had almost no idea what happened in the Institute in the evening, as
I was always in my room in the evening, except when I occasionally went to the tea lounge to get
a cup of herbal tea to take back to my room. The only exception to the evening schedule was
when Swamiji would be speaking. On those days, I would get up a little earlier in the morning
and stay up a little later in the evening. I might even cheat a little on my work schedule, showing
up a few minutes late in the morning or after lunch.
I usually took meals at the end of the meal period so that others had already gone through
the line. Not having to wait in line might save enough time for half a mala before or after the
meal. I ate in the family dining room across the hall from the main dining room, as this would
allow me to more easily eat without losing time in conversations.
Some people thought I was being unfriendly, but they did not know about the practice.
Others thought I was being uncooperative about not wanting to work so many hours, but they too
did not know about the practice. It was often tempting to blurt out something about my practice,
but I never did. It would have been a self-preservation defense mechanism, and somehow I was
able to keep my mouth shut, not a task I had usually found easy to do.
From time to time, I would remember Swami Ramas story of when he was doing this
Gayatri practice and he got angry. His master sent word to him that he had failed in his practice,
and would have to start over. Knowing that I was not free from anger, I was worried that one day
somebody would come from Swamiji with a message that I had to start over. That message was
never sent to me. It was not that it was not deserved, and I think that maybe in the subtle realm
Swamiji was doing the purifying for me. If I were to have had to do the practice on my own with
complete purity of mind and emotions, I think it would have never been completed. Swamiji had
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told me that if I did the practices the obstacles would be removed. I think this is what was going
on; I was doing my best, but the help was doing most of the work.
During the practice, the mantra would sometimes move as slow as wading through an
ocean of thick honey. At other times, the mantra would move much faster than my mind was able
to speak it. It would sometimes turn into a single burst or pulse, yet, somehow the whole mantra
and all of its syllables was still there. It was an incredible education into the nature of
consciousness. I came to realize that life was easy doing this practice, as it left room for nothing
else; there was no time to get in trouble. I thought that if I started over again when the practice
was complete, and that if I did that again and again for the remaining decades of this life, it
would be an easy time. Intuition told me that this would probably not lead to Self-realization,
however, so the thought gradually drifted away over time.
When the practice was finally finished, Swamiji said simply, No need to do Gayatri
anymore. It had taken a total of about 32 months or approximately 5,000 hours. We went on
with subtler practices.
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years since publication. It uses the process taught by Swami Rama, but recorded with my voice. I
often remember that it came from him, not me.
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After the tennis satsang ended this day, about 25-30 of us were gathered around him for
the short walk to the rear door where he would enter to go to his quarters. I was near the rear of
the pack when, out of no effort on my part, there opened a big gap in the procession and
everybody seemed to slow down a bit. Suddenly I was near the front, immediately beside
Swamiji, when he turned to me and asked his familiar, How are you doing? It was amazing to
note that I think nobody but him heard my response, Still asleep. He got a huge grin on his
face and his index finger pointed to the sky, as he said, Im going to give you practice that
when you do ityou are There! ... And you will do it! It was touching. He did what he said; I
did as he instructed, and the resulting fruits were what he had promised previously, what I was
looking for.
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It was turning out that the only person who wanted me around was Swami Rama himself.
Since the day he said that I was on the path and that he would lead me, I consistently made the
decision to accept his offers and invitations. I have been very grateful to have had the wisdom to
listen to him and to my own internal wisdom, and to accept his love, support, and invitations,
which were all given so freely.
It feels familiar
It feels familiar here, like Ive been here before, I said to Swamiji on one of our earlier
walks along the Ganga. With a loving, and by now familiar slap on my back he said, Of course
you have. He went on to explain that I was not just coming here, but that I was coming back. It
made some sense, even though the familiarity is still a generalized feeling, not specific memories
of people, places, or events. Sometimes I have felt that Rishikesh is the only place in the world
that has ever felt completely like home. However, after being there so long and later visiting
many times, it now feels natural that any place in the world feels like it could be home, and that I
could stay in that new place forever.
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including novices, I was instructed to wear a yellow undergarment or carry a yellow
handkerchief in my pocket as a reminder of this initiation. I was told that other people need not
know about this. I bought some yellow clothes dye and recolored my underwear, both shorts and
undershirts, as well as several handkerchiefs. I followed the instructions, and sometimes even
wore a yellow t-shirt that was visible to everybody, although others did not know of its
significance.
I have always found it intriguing that the way I became a novice swami was the same
way Swami Rama initiated me as a swami several years laterprivately, without any public
ceremony or fanfare. I have felt a special affinity towards Paramahansa Yogananda, who writes
that he too was given swami diksha in the non-ceremonious bidwat way.
This private, non-ritualistic way of giving me swami diksha has been bitter-sweet. On the
one hand, it has led to rumors that I am not a swami initiate, accompanied by lots of quiet and
not so quiet criticism. Sometimes, people were told that I am not even affiliated with Swami
Rama. On the other hand, this has forced me to actually live the principles of sannyasa,
renunciation, learning to be unaffected by the opinions of others. I have kept in mind and heart
the very special private relationship with Swami Rama and the tradition, and have faithfully
followed his instructions.
Swami initiation
We were alone with no witnesses, no tape recorder or video camera, and he gave me no
letter or certificate to confirm the initiation. (Later, some were told I was not a swami because of
not having a certificate.) Swami Rama gave me diksha (initiation) in the old-fashioned way, in
intimate relation between guru and disciple. Part of this was in a room at the Honesdale
Himalayan Institute building, and part was along the stream below the pond that is on the
grounds of the Institute.
The swami initiation was a little like the novice swami diksha in that there was no
external evidence that would impress other people with my new initiation; I had to love it and
live it in the depth and warmth of my heart. I thought this method of initiation was odd, a little
confusing, but came to see that it forced me to actually live as a swami, a renunciate, not as a
man claiming a new identity. I had understood that the act of renunciation, of being a swami, was
one of letting go of identities, not one of taking on a new identity that would become just one
more obstacle to Self-realization.
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At one point two of my swami brothersalso swami initiates of Swami Ramacosigned
a formal letter to me in which they claimed that I was not part of their tradition. This was a
couple years after Swami Rama had left the body. This cruelty has been one of my most painful
experiences in life. Here were two people who should have been most supportive of me, my
sadhana, and the work Swami Rama gave me to do, but instead they chose this cold-hearted
stance. At the same time, I am extremely grateful for the love of Swami Rama to put me on
notice about this. I didnt see it coming, but still, in the aftermath, the words of Swamiji have
been consoling. The problem mostly drifted away over time, and my relationship with these two
became cordial, though not as close as they could have been.
I regularly receive attacks of one kind or anotherdirectly to my face, through rumors
behind my back, or by email in our internet world. I try to follow the wisdom and example of
Swami Rama to focus on love and service, and to stick with the positive while ignoring the
negative. I also try to follow Swamijis advice to listen to criticism, examine it, and adjust if
needed. Otherwise, he advised, Do not be affected by the praise and criticism of others.
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brahman, the absolute Reality. This wisdom of guru can flow through them as well as me. I try to
keep in mind the idea that the job is to guide a person to find the teacher within, and not fall into
the trap of thinking I know very much. It allows me to be not only in the stance of coach with
people I know well, but also allows us to be friends. Though I am no Krishna, I am often
reminded and inspired by the story that Krishna told Arjuna that they could work together
because Arjuna was not only a devotee, but also a friend.
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I asked Swamiji if he would be sending me to the ancestral cave of the tradition. He
simply said, Yes. When I first saw it, I was across the glacier of the frozen ancient river. As the
sun started to rise, the shadow of the mountain behind me started to slowly creep down the face
of the mountain across the glacier. Ever further down the face of the mountain the shadow line
moved, brightening more and more of the mountain. I saw the sunlight then enter the cave, just
as Swamiji had described. It was probably a kilometer or more in front of me, maybe two to
three; time and space seem to be somehow different here. As the sun moved down the face of the
mountain, below the cave, I could see a thin green line of the vegetation growing along the
stream which came out of the cave, again just as Swamiji described, though I did not yet know
for sure that this was the stream.
I was not able to find a way of passage across the glacier to get to the cave. I thought I
saw a small ochre spot around the cave, but it was so far and only a spotlike a single pixel in a
digital photographthat I could not be sure. I thought that I had made it so close to the cave, but
still not there, and this led me to a little wave of sadness. But, I thought, this was probably better.
Now I could honestly say that I had never been in the ancestral cave. If I had been there and told
people, others would want to come. Some would try and some would die. It was not within my
comfortable capacity to do this, to make this trek. I physically had no business even attempting
this. I crossed areas of glacier where I could have easily died. This included one area crossed
when coming down, which I had crossed going up, but had now completely caved in. Now it was
a black hole about 10 meters wide and 40 meters long. I thought I would never return here, never
come this way again. But here I was, staring into this black hole. It was terrifying, yet I felt
somehow protected that I was okay, and was able to get around the hole.
A few days later I met a sadhu who said he knew this place that I was trying to find. He
said he would take me there if I would come back the next year, in July. This was now
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September and that was ten months away. I remembered that the scale of time moves more
slowly at times for yogis, and ten months was not so long. I nodded my head in agreement, and
said I would come back.
July came and we started the trek to the cave. As we made one turn up into the higher
Himalayas, along a river, I remembered I had read somewhere that you do not get to go to these
places without permission. I was along a narrow path with a drop off to my right of a couple
hundred meters. I stopped instinctively, closed my eyes, and internally asked, May I come? I
felt an inner response like a wave of prana, which felt like, Yes, come.
He knew the way across the glacier. We turned into the glacier of the ancient frozen river
several kilometers downstream from what had previously looked to me like the crossing point.
This sadhu was the disciple of the sage who was living in the cave, and he went there from time
to time to take provisions. He had left small stones on top of snow and ice protrusions to show
him the way back. Some of these had either fallen down or been covered with fresh snow and
ice. We were not lost, but did not so precisely know our way. We walked and walked following
the sadhus instinct. At one point my foot stepped forward and I had to stop. I was standing on
the edge of an ice wall that went down to a small green pond of water, down probably about
thirty meters or so. If I had made one more step I would have fallen into what was virtually
freezing water. It would have meant certain death. The last couple hours of walking was very
difficult for me; my knees were in great pain. The sadhu held my hand as we walked on, literally
saving my life.
Once we got to the area of the cave, we had to walk up the face of the mountain, angling
back and forth until we reached the cave, which was about a hundred meters or so above the
prevailing elevation along the glacier. From the cave it was possible to look out across the glacier
to the place I had been the previous year. It was possible to see about 4-5 kilometers of the
glacier we had just crossed downstream, though the lower elevation part was now out of view
due to our having rounded a curve. We were now over 15 kilometers away from the nearest
humans and nearest light bulbs, at an elevation of around 14,000-15,000 feet.
The sage in the cave warmly greeted me. It was a good feeling; it felt like home. The
sadhu guide was a disciple of this sage. The sadhu told me that he had never been permitted to
stay longer than over one night before being told to leave. This time we were permitted to stay
five nights, which I attribute to the grace of Swami Rama.
This was an amazing place, probably the most beautiful I have ever seen. The moon was
approximately new moon phase, so the nights were totally dark. There was only starlight which
was so bright that the glacier below the cave glowed in luminous white light. I would sit there in
the middle of the night, eyes slightly open and sometimes closed, taking in the unbelievable
stillness and glow.
I had thought that this cave would surely be a good place to meditate, but that was
backwards. You do not meditate there; it meditates you. While I discovered that it was easy to
meditate there, I also discovered that it was not better than any other place, including Swami
Ramas ashram in Rishikesh, as well as homes in which I had lived or visited both in USA or
elsewhere. The feeling in our little ashram in the USA is just as rich as this Himalayan cave. As
amazing as it was to be there, it became utterly clear that being in such a place is not necessary.
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Swami Rama said many times that we can do this anywhere, including in our own homes. He
told the truth.
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Standing on no ground
There came a stage under the guidance of Swamiji where I increasingly felt that there
was no solid ground under my feet. I had done lots of mantra, a great deal of inspection within,
and lots of sushumna kriya. I had meditated, contemplated, and prayed to an unknown something
I didnt really know, what Swamiji told me could be called the lord of life within, which was
apparently one and the same with Self or Atman. It seemed as if I was disappearing, but there
was nothing solid there underneath. As I already mentioned above, Swamiji had told me he
would give me a practice that, once I had done it, I would be There. The ground was fading
away, but I knew I was not yet There. There seemed to be nothing to do about this; just keep
going, and be grateful for Swamiji telling me that I was doing well and should just keep going.
No wonder the path is sometimes called treading the path. To me the word treading
sounded very heavy, very difficult, like dragging ones body many miles through a desert,
exerting lots of energy only to make little progress, feeling as if dying of thirst. However, I
looked the word up in a dictionary and found one description which was something like
walking lightly, as if to make as little contact with the ground as possible. Surely, there were
some heavy definitions, but this one was new, and I liked it. Though I was increasingly feeling as
if there was no ground under my feet, I knew in my heart that I really was making progress. I
was doing what Swamiji had said. I was following the instructions, and the baggage was getting
lighter.
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I sat with the door locked, my eyes and mouth closed, and mentally said, Whats wrong
with my meditation? Immediately answers started to come. First was, Youre lazy, followed
by a string of other responses. Who the hell was that? I wondered. This was dialogue. Ilike
many others I have since taught this tothought that dialogue was the problem. My mind
jabbered all the time and I wanted it to stop. The problem was that this kind of jabbering is not
dialogue; it is monologue. Somebody is talking, but nobody is listening. On the other hand,
dialogue is a two-way street; it is a communication between two beings or entities. Here, it is the
surface level me having a conversation with the depth of me, the higher intelligence, the buddhi,
or what has been called teacher or guru within.
The dialogue about my meditation was as if I were to say in my head, One plus one
equals... and then, after a short pause the mind would continue with the response, ...two.... It
was like this, not that I was literally hearing voices in my head. Finally, I started to understand
what Swamiji was talking about with this internal dialogue that he spoke about and wrote
about so often.
The ways in which I was lazy with meditation got more and more clear. I was in the good
company of many other people I knew who were not following Swamijis suggestion to practice
systematically. It was so easy to just plop down on the butt and try to meditate, and then to
complain because it wasnt working. It is so easy to skip the preparation practices of internal
dialogue, asanas, and pranayama leading to sushumna awakening. The way I had learned from
the institutional cultures surrounding Swamiji, hatha yoga asanas were done separately from
meditation. In fact in the locations where I had resided, meditation was done in early morning,
without any preparation, and then later, after meditation there came the hatha yoga classes, which
is backwards from the systematic process that Swamiji repeatedly recommended. It took me
considerable time and effort to retrain my habits to follow the systematic process taught by
Swami Rama. The payoff for making this adjustment was tremendous. I continued to ask myself
from time to time, Whats wrong with my meditation? as a way of staying on track.
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in my room, with the door closed and locked so that nobody could come in and catch me talking
to myself, inside, in my head. I internally spoke, Mind please heal this, as I put my attention on
my most sore knee, the left knee. I did this three days in a row, just to be sure. Something
amazing happened; within three more days the pain subsided by at least 80%, and this was
without my believing it to be possible. I was not actively testing Swami Rama, but I kept finding
it proved to me over and over that Swamiji knew what he was talking about. I was coming into
the company of, and finding myself under the guidance of a real-thing master.
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the teacher picks up a gray stone, the color of the elephant, and gives it to the student, asking him
to keep this with him as a reminder of the elephant and the powerful qualities that he symbolizes.
Then I imagined howafter thousands of yearsthis teaching symbol may have evolved as it
passed through many generations of humankind and turned into the deity Ganesha, the elephant
god that is prayed to as a remover of obstacles. In this way, starting with the guidance of Swami
Rama, I have gradually become more accepting of the saguna (with attributes) forms, and how
they may be used as stepping stones to the nirguna (without attributes) Absolute Reality, or
Brahman.
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Swamiji and I were walking along the Ganges about 50 meters upstream from the ashram
when two words fell out of his mouth, as if falling at my feet in a pile. Witness everything, he
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said in a firm, even-toned, though gentle way. The sounds came into my ears; brain and mind
tried to process the instruction, scanning the field of memory in the chitta. No match; it made no
sense. I did not have a clue what he was talking about.
The words came out, Baba, I dont think I know how to do that. We had not been
talking about anything else; this was not a carryover from a previous conversation. It was a
stand-alone comment that came from where I did not know. Gently and lovinglywithout the
previous firmnesshe said, It will come. I kept silently repeating the words witness
everything so that they would not be lost.
After the walk I raced back to my room to write the two words in my notebook, Witness
everything! I pondered, What was he talking about? What does he mean? What is he telling me
to do? I kept wondering. Over weeks and monthsyears, actuallyit started and continued to
unfold what he was talking about. He had given me a key that would start to unlock all the locks
of the secrets of the Himalayan masters.
The two words have become the heart of all of my understanding of all of the teachings
of Swami Rama and our Himalayan tradition, and the essence of sadhana. So simple, but so
profound: Witness everything! Swamiji was right when he said my understanding of this will
come. The Self, the Atman is the center of pure consciousness, that which truly is the witness of
everything. The instruction to witness everything is therefore both the means to, and the goal of
Self-realization. Because these two words have meant so much, I use them as the title of this
article which you are now reading: Witness everything!
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empowered mantras that are given to us by the tradition really are tremendous gifts, if only we
are willing to learn to follow them instead of just jabbering inside our heads.
Enjoy life
One day I was feeling deep gratitude for Swami Rama and wanted to do something for him.
Here I was, living in his ashram without any personal financial expense. I had a roof over my
head, was given free food, and was told to spend all of my time doing sadhana (practices of
contemplation and meditation). I know that you cant really do something for someone who
doesnt want anything, but the silly mind wants to try anyway. I waited in the garden for him to
get back from the hospital so I could tell him how much I appreciated him. I was sitting in one of
the wicker chairs practicing what words that I could say to him. I heard the sound of his car
coming down the driveway. It was late afternoon, about 5:00 or so, and I was hoping we would
walk together as we usually did during these times. He walked around the corner; we met and
greeted, and turned towards his quarters where he would change into his walking shoes. We
walked maybe twenty paces or so when I said with the most loving tone I could summon, Baba,
I want to do something for you. What can I do for you?
Without a moments hesitation he said, Enjoy life. I could feel the little muscles between
my eyebrows come together slightly. Mouth muscles tightened ever so slightly, as if something
was going to be said, but nothing came out. Mind didnt know what to do with that request of
his. I really wanted to do something for him, so the mind was alert for whatever he would say. I
would do whatever he asked (within reason, as Im not totally crazy or inclined towards cult
fanaticism). But this! This I didnt know what to do with. Whatever he asked for I was really
ready to do, and do well. I knew how to have fun, to enjoy in a pleasure seeking sort of way. But,
I sensed that he really meant he wanted me to enjoy life, as in finding real joythe big joy of
living. He really meant it, I sensed.
Finally, after a pause, I said, Baba, Im not sure I know how to do that. He did not hesitate
when he prophesied, It will come. He was right, which should be no surprise. Yet, it was a
surprise. In the next year or so something shifted. I found that I actually enjoyed daily life in a
way I never had before. It wasnt just some momentary spiritual experience; it was ongoing; it
never left. I found that I seemed to perpetually enjoy living. Even if a button got pushed, that
enjoyment of living remained. To this day it is there. I wish he was here with a body so we could
take another walk again, though I know it is not really needed. Swamiji was a constant message
of love.
I never felt the slightest sense of having to make payment or barter with Swami Rama,
but there was one thing which stood out in terms of what he wanted from me. Surely I had done
some things for him, on this or that project, but I think the only thing he wanted from me was
when he said, Enjoy life! Over the years since then, I have come to see that I have given him
what he asked for. There are, of course, bumps and potholes in the road of life, but I really do
enjoy life. I am happy, loving, and have a pretty good understanding of life and relationships.
When I think of what Swamiji asked for from me, a smile comes to the face, there is a warm
glow in the heart, and a few slight tears come into the eyes. I gave him what he asked for.
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Glasses
I was sitting with Swamiji in the yard in front of his apartment on the hospital campus. A
few people had come to visit, but they had already left. Whenever I would sit with him like this
and people came, I would start to get up and leave to give privacy to Swamiji and his visitors.
This time was no exception to his making a gesture to me to stay seated there and not leave.
There was a table in front of Swamiji, on which he had a newspaper and a pair of reading
glasses. I was sitting in a chair to his right. The visitors sat in chairs across from him. After the
visitors had left, Swamiji reached down and picked up his glasses. He turned toward me and
placed them on my face, over my eyes. (My own glasses were folded up and in my shirt pocket.)
Making gestures like a model showing off the glasses, turning my head here and there, I said to
Swamiji, Is it me? meaning to ask if they looked good on me. Then I added, Or is it you?
since they were his glasses. He responded with that familiar grin and said, They are one and the
same.
What did he mean by that? I wondered. Ego could go off it several directions with a
comment like that. Maybe after he left the body I could claim to be Swamijis successor. I could
claim to be his reincarnation. After all, he had told me that we were one and the same.
Wouldnt it be obvious to others that I had some special circumstance in relation to Swamiji? I
opted to think he just meant that we are both Atman, or that, even simpler, it was just a gesture of
love. I responded to him, Thats a nice thought, as I felt a warmth in my heart.
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Awakening
Find the tiny circle
Swamiji gave me an instruction to find and meditate on a tiny circle in the space between
the eyebrows. It took me two years of persistent practice to find this little circle. At times I would
be frustrated looking for what I thought of as that stupid circle. When I finally started to find it,
I realized that had been trying to avoid this for many years. From time to timeprobably every
six months or soI would run into this circle by accident when lying down at night to sleep. It
looked like a hole, and sometimes I had the sense of going into it. Usually, it would lead to a
strong jolt in my body, and sometimes my body would jump off the bed. Sometimes it made me
feel afraid to go to sleep at night.
After finding the circle under Swamijis guidance, the fear permanently disappeared, and
I started to feel a warmth and calmness when I encountered the circle. I came to see that this was
the circle Swamiji had drawn on the blackboard during some of his lectures. It was the entrance
to brahma nadi, the channel from ajna chakra to sahasrara, the thousand-petaled lotus at the
crown chakra.
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Swamiji asked, What do you want? I said, I want the journey to be done. I did not
mean I wanted enlightenment or any help from him. I felt completely hopeless and just wanted it
all to be over. I would have accepted complete annihilation; anything, just to have it over with. I
had felt like this before, but this was an even stronger sense of desolation. Although I was still
not looking directly at him, he explained with that familiar grin on his face (I could see him out
of the corner of my eye without actually looking at him) that the next step would be piercing of
the bindu and the experience of the union of Shiva and Shakti, the latent and manifesting forces
that are actually one and the same. He had previously told me this would come.
The time was at hand, but I was unimpressed. He was going to remove the final barrier
over the Self, but was I unresponsive. I didnt believe him; I didnt not believe him. His words
just had no effect on me. I responded, Hmm. He told me to wait some time and this would be
given. I waited; what else could I do? Time was going to pass with or without my actively
waiting.
Swamiji added, ...and dont come back. A little wave of shock came over me. Two
weeks before I had had an intuition that I did not need to see Baba any more. It was a scary
thought. I thought, What kind of ego is this, that I think I dont need the teacher any more? I
rejected the intuition. Now, here was Swamiji saying exactly that. I had heard or read that there
was a time when this would happen, but I had not really expected it; certainly not now, while I
was feeling so failed in my practices.
A few years before this, while still living at Honesdale, I was thinking about Swami
Ramas own story in which he told his master he was going to go into the river and drown
himself. This was Swamijis version of getting so exasperated with practices that this was all he
saw left to do.
I thought that maybe if I told Swamiji I was going to kill myself, he would give me
shaktipata and show me the Self. I did not try this with him, mostly because Im a coward and
knew I would not really suicide. He would see through my guise and I guessed would probably
tell me to go ahead and do it, but would probably ask me to not do it at the Institute, but rather, to
go somewhere else. This suicide approach was Swamijis version of being stuck, but it was not
mine.
You cant fake this; this point of exasperation comes in its own way, which matches each
individual person. Swami Rama had spent many years along the river, so that was fitting. I had
spent many years in offices, so it was fitting that my point of exasperation was sitting at a desk in
an office with Swamiji standing beside me. This was perfect; it was the way which matched my
own life history.
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described as the light of a thousand suns. It happened very quickly. Time, space, and causation
were literally gone.
With meditation there is usually the sense of going into meditation, and then coming out
of meditation. This was different. There was no into and no out of. There was only through, as if
going into meditation, but coming out the other side. Where did I go after this piercing of the
bindu, after going through? I reemerged and was here, right here in this world. A mahavakya
(great contemplation) went through my mind several times, sarvam khalvidam
brahman (verily, everything is brahman, the one, nondual, absolute Reality). Its true, its true,
its true! rang through my mind repeatedly. It was unbelievably awesome.
Although its been quite a few years since then, those words still come to mind
sometimes, Its true, its true, its true! Then I smile and remember Swami Rama, the one who
showed up in my life to help when I was finally ready to be guided. The eyes get tears, of love. It
is so true that when the student is ready, the teacher will appear. Many, most of us have such egos
that we insist that we are ready, when we are not. In retrospect, I see that the one quality that I
most possessedbut did not see along the waywas that when I fell down, I got up. I think this
is what Swami Rama was talking about when he repeatedly said that we must build
determination, sankalpa shaktithat we must cultivate the attitude, I can do it. I have to do it. I
am going to do it. I never felt strong in this, and it is truly only in retrospect that I see this
strength.
Since then Ive truly known how to enjoy life, fulfilling his previous request of me to
enjoy life. I had asked what I could do for him, and his request was that I enjoy life. Now, finally,
his request was happening in full fruition. With the experience of the piercing of the bindu I now
know how to fully enjoy life. Life is humorous and filled with love and joy. I often laugh for no
reason. People and personalities are still there, including my own, but thats the beauty of it. We
really can live in the world while not being of the world like the ancient metaphor of the
lotus flower, which grows out of the mud of the world to open its beautiful petals.
I find it fascinating that my first encounter with Swami Rama and this most significant
event were both done internally, not somewhere like a lecture hall or an appointment room.
These external happenings were there, the many walks together when practices and love were
given, but the most profound teachings and experiences were given from within. I have taken
this to be a means of teaching me the fact that in our tradition, guru truly is an energy, a force
field of Knowledge, and that it is ultimately true that this comes from within.
I meet many people who feel bad because they have not meet Swami Rama in the body,
and that we have no embodied exemplar of his stature in our midst. My experience serves as a
reminder which impels me to passionately assure people that guidance is here for them, just as it
has been for me. Swami Rama taught me and others that the job of the external teacher is to lead
people to find the teacher within. This is utterly clear to me, and is a guiding force of how I try to
serve others.
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sages and great teachers have told the truth. We can all experience this, our True Self, now, in
this very lifetime. Swamiji has written of this stage, and how the process continues to unfold,
At this stage, a student experiences the Truth. He may have only a
momentary glimpse of the Truth, but at least it is a direct experience,
which helps him understand the greatness of the Truth. Now, sadhana
consists of trying to maintain that state. As his practice matures, he
becomes an adept; then he need not try, for the experience of non-dual
Reality is maintained effortlessly and spontaneously.
Over and over these two things repeated themselves in my mind: the mahavakya (great
contemplation) sarvam khalvidam brahman (Verily, all of this is brahman) and Its true, its
true, its true! Still, I am not an adept, a master, but keeping moving forward, continuing the
practices, loving and serving others.
To my surprise, as I wanted to practice show and tell, very few people were interested. I
wondered what was wrong, Is it that they just dont see it, dont understand it or want it, or is it
that they dont believe me, just a guy from America who was not born into some special
circumstance in the Himalayas, and not a learned Sanskrit scholar?
Gradually I came to see that Swami Rama was right in saying that few were interested
and would do the practices. Although he told me to serve others, the principle he taught of na
datavyam, na datavyam, na datavyam (do not impart, do not impart, do not impart) was part
of the counterbalance to giving freely, loving all and excluding none, as Swamiji often
suggested. I have a tremendous feeling of love and sense of duty to the few who are on the path.
Once again, I find myself often reminded of Swamijis words to me, You are on the path and I
will lead you.
I have also come to see that we each bring our own uniqueness which serves some, but
not others, and that the service to those whom we match is what is important. Those who are
scholars and have a background of living around the Himalayas is the strength of some, while
not having such characteristics and background is the strength of others in that, If this guy can
do it, can have this kind of direct experience, then so can I! I believe with all my heart that all
people with the determination to follow the path as outlined by Swami Rama and our tradition,
can have direct experience of their True Self in this very lifetime.
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great sense of strength that I could stand up and conquer obstacles. Rather, it was getting up right
in the middle of suffering, of experiencing the kicks and blows of life. Slowly, I have come to see
that this really is strength, and that I have had this strength all along. It is why Swami Rama kept
telling me I was doing well, and that I should keep doing exactly what I was doing.
Teke hai
A couple days before Swamiji left the body was one of those times that Prem suggested
that I needed to go see Baba. This time I thought differently, that maybe I should go. I pondered
how I could go to see him, but still honor his instruction to not come back. There was a married
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couple staying in the ashram who had booked a taxi the next morning to visit the hospital.
Swamiji was now staying in his apartment on the campus, and I asked if I might catch a ride with
them so I could visit him. They of course accommodated.
The couple went on about their business at the hospital and I walked to Babas apartment.
I asked one of the young women if she would do a favor for me. I asked her to please go to
Swamiji and precisely tell him, Swami Jnaneshvara is here but he is NOT asking to see you. I
had learned from the best how to be sneaky; he had told me not to come back, and I was not
coming back; I was not asking to see him. If he wanted to see me, that was an entirely different
matter.
She came back and said that Baba wanted to see me. He was sitting in a wingback chair
in the bedroom. A few weeks before this I had seen where Swamiji wrote, Everybody wants to
touch my feet; nobody wants to touch my heart. Although I had only once touched his feet, I
resolved that the next time I saw him, I would touch his heart. When I entered the room I stooped
down on my knees in front of him, just to his right side. I put my right palm on the center of his
chest, over his heart. He reached out with his right arm and hand, and pulled my head down onto
his heart. He kissed me on the top of the head, on the space of sahasrara, the crown chakra. He
softly said, Teke hai, Hindi for, Its okay.
It was perfect, succinct and to the point, and very loving. It was over; my time with the
physical Swami Rama had come to its end in that infinitely small moment. I left, still in denial
that he was about to leave us. No, not us, but me. I think one of the things we all have in common
with the grace of Swami Rama was that he had this amazing ability to make each of us feel that it
is only about me, but not in an ego-feeding way. Such was the nature of his love.
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But, here was the body of Swami Rama clearly showing the face of death. One thing that
oddly stuck in my mind was the look of cotton balls stuffed into his greyed nostrils and mouth.
One of the doctors later told me that he had seen many people die, but that he had never seen
anything like this. He told me that he watched Swamijis body age by hundreds of years in the
last few weeks he was in the body.
There was speculation that Swamiji had taken on a lot of karma from his students, and he
was allowing it to play out through this body. I sensed that I was part of this process. There were
timesespecially during the past yearwhere it had felt like my samskaras were being
attenuated much faster than I was capable of doing. At times it seemed that insights were coming
much faster than this brain and mind had the ability to function.
I had never been to an Indian cremation, and just went along with the flow of the many
people who formed the procession to the banks of the Ganga in Haridwar. It was odd to see what
appeared to be a few people vying for the most visible position at the pyre, trying to be the one in
charge. I was back some distance, looking around a few people as others positioned the body.
There was a small log on the ground and I stood with my heels on it so that I could see better.
Somebody came and pulled it out from under my feet, walked up to the pyre, and placed it there
with the rest of the wood. Apparently the logs had been placed around to that people could have
the privilege of participating in the cremation. I missed it; I just didnt see it because of my
ignorance. It could have been embarrassing, but I have always had the feeling that Swamiji loved
me, despite my many cultural ignorances. I suspect that he would have just smiled over this
cultural faux pas. It was hard to watch this roaring fire of Swami Rama, but there was something
final about it. I appreciated his choosing to have the body disposed of in this way.
Many people keep photographs of Swami Rama on altars; I do not. I want to know him as
he is, not as he was. Somebody gifted me a large photograph of Swami Rama so that I could
hang it on the wall in our ashram. It remains rolled up with a rubber band around it. I dont know
if it will ever be framed and hung, but I have no plans to do so. In my late twenties, I realized
that many of my memories were not of people and events, but were memories of the photos
which I had stored in boxes and photo albums. After that I almost completely stopped taking
photographs with cameras, as had been my hobby for quite a few years. I did not want this to
happen with Swami Rama. I did not want photographs to replace my memories of him.
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Come to Mysore
The keynote speaker of the mahasamadhi function a couple weeks after Swamiji left the
body was Sri Shivaratri Deshikendra Mahaswamigalu of Suttur Mutt in Mysore. After the
mahasamadhi function, Deshikendra Swami visited Sadhana Mandir. As he was stooping to get
into the car to leave he turned to me and said, Come to Mysore, which is the place of the seat
of his tradition. About a year and a half later, I was able to visit and stay with him for a month.
I enjoyed listening to stories from him about his interactions with Swami Rama. For
example, he described when Swamiji had visited with him in Mysore, and the more distant
location where they had a temple where his guru was entombed, a large house, and a conference
center. There were difficulties in the Rishikesh ashram after Swami Rama left, and I never knew
what the future would bring for me there. Deshikendra Swami became a sort of insurance policy
for me in that he said I could stay with him permanently if I wanted, either at the main ashram or
this other location. He was extremely well known and respected in that part of India, and I felt
that he could have removed all obstacles to my staying permanently. I have not seen the need to
take him up on his offer, but I have always appreciated his heartfelt offer. I think the offer
probably still stands, though the need seems unlikely.
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One of the people I met had been the lawyer of Kurtkoti and he explained much of that
earlier history. He had known Swami Rama as Bhole Baba when Bhole first showed up around
1950. He was there when Bhole was given danda swami diksha under the new monastic name
Dandi Swami Sadashiva Bharati. He also explained that in the early 1930s the current Raj of the
region and the government did not like the fact that Kurtkoti was too open to equality for
foreigners and women, and that they unseated him while he was away from the mutt on a trip.
Thereafter, Kurtkoti moved to Nashik where he fought this in court until he left the body many
years later. He lived in the home of one of his disciples.
One of the families who were disciples of the Shankaracharya gave me a few high quality
full-page prints of an oil painting of him. I have had the honor of being messenger to gift one of
these to the Swami Rama Center at HIHT, where the print hangs in the photo museum honoring
the memory of Swami Rama.
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off. I noticed it at the time, but only clearly noticed it a few years later when I saw the video
recordings. There I was, immediately over Swamijis right shoulder in the photo, literally in the
last one second. Minds (ego) seem to like to make something out of nothing, or out of
coincidence, in this case wanting to make something significant out of this last frame being of
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that, When the student is ready, the master will appear. I lightheartedly change this to say,
When the student is ready, sometimes the master will send one of his assistants. I have a
beautiful job, being one of the assistants. It allows me to serve, and yet remain a friend.
Sometimes I think that this subject of successorship should not be talked about at all, but
allowing that to remain secret has a way of hurting and confusing people. Swami Rama had
many many wonderful, brilliant, and loving students. Now that he is not with us in a body, many
people serve others in her or his own unique way. I long for there to be cohesion, cooperation,
and love among all the people whom Swamiji served, and who now carry on with sharing the
principles and practices of our Himalayan tradition. Yet, this is not likely to happen except in the
inner chambers of many hearts who know the common ground we share. Swami Rama was one
of the most rare of sages, who truly lived his suggestion to love all and exclude none.
Abhyasa Ashram
Patanjali outlines in Yoga Sutras the twin foundations of Yoga of practice (abhyasa) and
non-attachment (vairagya). Swami Rama describes Sadhana as the specific practices of a
traditionhatha yoga, pranayama or breathing practices, repetition of mantra, and so on. He
explains that Abhyasa is a more encompassing term that includes not only practice of specific
techniques, but the overall goal of life and the application of belief systems.
Swami Rama named his Rishikesh ashram Sadhana Mandir. We chose the broader name
for our little ashram in USA, calling it Abhyasa Ashram. We serve a relatively small number of
people who feel strongly drawn to the practices outlined by Swami Rama, and while I share from
experience, we are dedicated to maintaining that focus by exposing people to Swamijis video
lectures and books as primary learning tools. At Abhyasa Ashram we have aspirant training, not
teacher training. Our approach to training is mostly individual or small group coaching, as has
been traditionally taught for thousands of years, and as I was guided personally by Swami Rama.
Aspirants with various degrees of experience naturally teach or coach others within the context
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to come there to do seminars for other executives. He invited me two or three times and I
declined. Then he wrote me a formal letter and said he had arranged a conference room and
wanted me to choose one of two weekends he had specified. My sense was that I should
gracefully decline this invitation too and remain in Rishikesh. But, wondering if I was possibly
wrong, and should go, I forwarded the letter to Swami Rama and asked if I should go there. His
advice was very clear. He advised that You would be disappointed, and that I should stay
home and meditate. I felt a great sense of relief that he had validated my instincts.
Now, many years later, his advice is still guiding. It reminds me to spend minimal time
traveling to other cities and countries. I sometimes travel to a small number of places where there
are a handful of sincere sadhakas whom I know personally, but mostly stay home in our Abhyasa
Ashram. I try to keep life simple and serve the few who feel inclined to come our way.
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others from such experience. My heart overflows with gratitude and love for his presence and
guidance, and the grace of direct experience from which to share.
Sometimes I wish I could do more for people, though I have to remind myself that the
process works for others exactly the same as it has for me, and as Swami Rama said it worked
for him. That is, everybody needs to faithfully do the practices, and from that effort the obstacles
will be removed by grace of Self and grace of guru. The job of the external teacher is to guide
another to find the guru within, according to Swami Rama.
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