Believing These 7 Myths IN REGARDS TO A Course In Miracles Keeps You From Growing
Looking back now, my way to “A TRAINING COURSE in Miracles” probably all were only available in 1969 when I accepted Jesus my personal Lord and Savior, consuming the Campus Crusade for Christ. However, after joining a Christian brotherhood of aspiring monks, where I was daily quizzed on what many Bible verses I had 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 like a parrot of Bible verses, that I didn’t even begin to understand, or the city crier that nobody wished to hear. Jesus would show me more, much more.
As divine synchronicity would have it, I ingested a hallucinogen that led to a near death go through the day after Christmas, 1970. When I was in the black void, with only the consciousness that “I’M”, George Harrison’s song My Sweet Lord began playing. That was my voice singing to God, not George’s! Soon an excellent white light began appearing out of the darkness, as my soul sang “I must say i want to see you Lord”. Then somebody began to emerge out from the light. This Holy One oscillated between masculine and feminine.
As I’d been praying to Jesus, I thought it might be him, but with out a beard. I began crying from the depths of my soul, as the Holy One communicated telepathically into my heart. I knew this Being to be only pure love. Then it had been over. I was shot back into my body, hearing the words to a new song telling me “it has been quite a long time coming, it will likely be quite a long time gone.” How true that has been.
Per year later, I saw the cover of Autobiography of a Yogi. It was Paramahansa Yogananda who had arrived at me! Next came meeting Baba Ram Dass, who confirmed that I wasn’t crazy and stated that Yogananda had appeared to many young spiritual seekers on drugs. He also autographed my copy of Be Here Now. My next decade was spent being 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 to comprehend Jesus and Christianity better. Yogananda also showed me the fundamental truth behind the oneness of most religions.
And he brought me to Babaji, the Mahavatar who sent him to America back the 1920s. Since I heard the name Babaji, I knew I knew Him. He and Jesus work together, behind the scenes, in the cosmic scheme of things. And Babaji was to function as next step in my ongoing spiritual evolution. However, I did not know at this stage that He had supposedly manifested a body again and was residing in the tiny village of Haidakhan, in northern India. That could come later, combined with the mystery and myth of this current manifestation.
After hearing Bhagavan Das sing, I purchased a dotara and began chanting mantras to God daily. This simple, ancient two- stringed instrument is simple to play and lets one follow the drone sound into silence. At this time, I purchased my very own place in the woods and met a guy 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 exactly 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 path 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 that this mantra alone was stronger than a thousand atomic bombs and His 1-800 number. I began at this time seriously doing japa, or the repetition of the mantra on 108 rudraksha beads, to get this vibration into my sub consciousness. I also learned many methods to chant it on my dotara. With all of this going on, I bought “A TRAINING COURSE in Miracles” and began the daily lessons immediately. I tried to make sense of the written text but got nowhere; each sentence bogged me down and had to be re-read over too many times to assimilate. I was just too young, I told myself. I was thirty-three. I’d cope with this Text later, someday, maybe.
Then after a year to be married, the house burns down- a genuine karmic fire ceremony. In the ashes, untouched by the fire, was an image of Babaji and His cymbals from Haidakhan. Talk about miracles! Next, was the unexpected news that we have a baby coming, after losing everything? My marriage began to dissolve quickly when i fell twenty feet off a roof, breaking my own body in twelve places. Surviving death, I was put back to college for two years to be retrained, while my ex-wife and son left for the Southwest. That is when all of my abandonment issues resulted in extreme drinking alone. After graduation, I left for India to see Babaji’s ashram, as He had already left His physical body again, and to pray for help with my life in the most spiritual country on earth.
I attended the 1995 Kumbha Mela festival with ten million others and lo and behold, who should appear? It had been Babaji, asking me easily was having a great time. Yes, but I couldn’t speak to answer Him! HE THEN disappeared back into the crowd, leaving me impressed. Returning state side, I finished up following my ex- wife and son to the Southwest, where my next thing was peyote meetings with the Native Americans for quite some time ahead. Everything I’d read and studied in the Course was evident on the medicine inside that tipi. God Is.
I learned more in a single night than I had in years of studying metaphysical books. But I didn’t practice all I’d learned and I let my depressed ego, alcohol and abandonment issues take me closer to death’s very door. However, as fate, karma and prayers could have it, I finished up in prison for 2 2.5 years on an aggravated DUI, instead of dead, where I stumbled upon the Courses’ Manual for Teachers inside our library. Soon, I had the complete book sent in free to prisoners and was reintroduced to Jesus again, with all the time I had a need to study every word of this lengthy text.
After twenty years, I must be old enough to obtain it now! In time and with the help of the Course, I was finally able to forgive myself for the bizarre life my ego had constructed. I did so the daily lessons again, trying to see the face of Christ within each inmate. un curso de milagros en espanol That has been not an easy one. But I left prison a changed, free sober man, far better for the experience sufficient reason for an initial draft book about any of it all under my belt. Today, I have eight years of sobriety under my belt and my book Still Singing, Somehow won the fall Pinnacle Book Achievement Award. This is a very condensed version of my story- an odyssey of one soul’s karma.
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