About his guru

“My wife had met Mahariji and had come to get me in America, to bring me back to meet him. When I first saw Mahariji, I was quite put off by what I saw. All these Westerners wearing white clothes and hanging around this fat old man in a blanket. More than anything else I hated seeing Westerners touch his feet. On my first day there, he totally ignored me. But after the second, third, fourth, fifth, and seventh day, during which he also totally ignored me, I began to grow very upset. I felt no love for him. In fact, I felt nothing. I decided that my wife had been captured by some crazy cult. By the end of the week I decided to leave. walking around the lake, thinking that if my wife was so involved in something that was clearly not for me, it must mean that my marriage was at an end. nothing could dispel my depression. And then I did something I had never done in my whole adult life. I prayed. I asked God: ‘what am I doing, who is this man? These people are all crazy, I don’t belong here.’ Just then I remembered the phrase ‘had ye but faith, you would not need miracles.’ OK God, I don’t have any faith. Send me a miracle. I kept looking for a rainbow, but nothing happened. So I decided to leave the next day.

“The next morning. we took a taxi down to the temple, to say good-bye. Although I didn’t like Maharaji, I thought I would very honest, and have it out with him. We sat in front of his tucket on the porch, Mahariji had not yet come out. there was some fruit on the tucket and one of the apples had fallen on the ground. So I bent over to pick it up. Just then, Maharaji came out of his room and stepped on my hand, pinning me to the ground. So there I was, on my knees, touching his feet, in the very position that I detested. How ludicrous! He looked down and asked me ‘where where you yesterday.’ Then he asked. ‘Were you at the lake?’ He said ‘lake’ in English, and when he said the word ‘lake’ to me, I began to get this strange feeling at the base of my spine, and my whole body tingled. He asked me ‘what were you doing at the lake.’ I began to get very tight. He asked ‘were you horseback riding.’ No. ‘Did you go swimming?’ No. Then he leaned over, and spoke quietly. ‘Were you talking to God? Did you ask for something?’ When he did that, I fell apart, and started to cry like a baby. He pulled me aside, asking: “did you ask for something?” By then, others had arrived, and they were all around me, caressing me, and I realized that almost everyone there had gone through some experience like that. A trivial question such as ‘were you at the lake yesterday,’ which had no meaning to anyone else, shattered my perception of reality. It was clear to me that Maharaji saw through all of the illusions. by the way, the next thing he said to me was ‘will you write a book?’ That was my welcome.
“After that, I just wanted to rub his feet.”
(from the ‘Miracle of Love’ a collection of stories about stories about Neem Karoli Baba by Ram Dass)

“It’s all true, just don’t take it too seriously.”
(notes from reading and talk by Krishna Das, Omega Institute, October 2002)

“I know how this looks to most people. But all I can tell you was that it felt totally fine. There was no coercion, no manipulation, no business going on. He wasn’t buying or selling his love, you couldn’t buy or sell his presence.” KD

“.here was a being who knew everything about me, and he wasn’t sending me home!” KD