If you happen to run into him, please tell 13 that after his stories of hitching, plane hopping, sleeping in snow and deserts, a wall of photos salvaged from magazines, a knife and so on - harrowing, determined and sincere acts of pure devotion - and then his post-cult travels, serendipitous encounters and care-free antics - dipping in Stevie Nicks' goldfish pond and so on!  ...
I'm out of breath just trying to imagine!
In the spirit of bonkers, I mentioned a long time ago that back in the Pat Haley days, I had my first chance to see Guru Mahjaraji in Detroit. The entrances were all blocked by loud born-again Christians shouting something about false profits. When I attempted to cross their line, I foolishly started to engage them. "If you really think he's God, then drop that button and step on it!!"
In a staunch fit of righteousness and conviction, I took my button off and dropped it."I'll show them!!"
(After all, it was just a transient, worldly thing.)
When I looked down at my Lord's face staring up at me from the middle of that reflective rainbow button, I couldn't go through with it. I quietly picked-up my button and slinked away.
Rawat never showed up. Saffron robes only.
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