Looking back now, my road to “A Course in Miracles” probably all started in 1969 when I accepted Jesus my personal Lord and Savior, beneath the influence of the Campus Crusade for Christ. However, after joining a Christian brotherhood of aspiring monks, where I was daily quizzed on how many Bible verses I’d 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 a parrot of Bible verses, that I didn’t even begin to understand, or the city crier that nobody wanted to hear. Jesus would show me more, much more.
As divine synchronicity could 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 a fantastic white light began appearing out from the darkness, as my soul sang “I actually want to see you Lord “.Then somebody started to emerge out from the light. This Holy One oscillated between masculine and feminine. As I’d been praying to Jesus, I believed it could be him, but with no beard. I began crying from the depths of my soul, while the Holy One communicated telepathically into my heart. I knew this Being to be just pure love. Then it absolutely was over. I was shot back to my body, hearing the language to a new song telling me “this has been quite a while coming, it’s going to be quite a while gone.” How true that has been.
Per year later, I saw the cover of Autobiography of a Yogi. It had been Paramahansa Yogananda who had 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 numerous young spiritual seekers on drugs. He also autographed my copy of Be Here Now. My next decade was spent becoming 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 essential clarity for me personally to understand Jesus and Christianity better. Yogananda also showed me the fundamental truth behind the oneness of religions metaphysics of a course in miracles. And he brought me to Babaji, the Mahavatar who sent him to America back in the 1920s. Ever since I heard the name Babaji, I knew I knew Him. He and Jesus come together, behind the scenes, in the cosmic scheme of things. And Babaji was to be the next step within my ongoing spiritual evolution. However, I didn’t know at this point that He’d supposedly manifested a human body again and was residing in the tiny village of Haidakhan, in northern India. That will come later, combined with mystery and myth of the 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 easy to play and lets one follow the drone sound into silence. Now, I purchased my very own invest the woods and met a man 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 the same entity Yogananda had written about. Yes, one and 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 this mantra alone was stronger than a lot of atomic bombs and His 1-800 number. I began 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 approaches to chant it on my dotara. With all of 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 way too many times to assimilate. I was just too young, I told myself. I was thirty-three. I’d deal with this particular Text later, someday, maybe.