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"
So
you
’
re
not
letting
me
off
the
hook
?
"
"
You
can
let
yourself
off
the
hook
anytime
you
want
,
Liz
.
That
’
s
the
divine
contract
of
a
little
something
we
call
free
will
.
"
So
I
went
to
the
chant
the
next
morning
,
all
full
of
resolve
,
and
the
Gurugita
kicked
me
down
a
twenty
-
foot
flight
of
cement
stairs
-
or
anyway
,
that
’
s
how
it
felt
.
The
following
day
it
was
even
worse
.
I
woke
up
in
a
fury
,
and
before
I
even
got
to
the
temple
I
was
already
sweating
,
boiling
,
teeming
.
I
kept
thinking
:
"
It
’
s
only
an
hour
and
a
half
-
you
can
do
anything
for
an
hour
and
a
half
.
For
God
’
s
sake
,
you
have
friends
who
were
in
labor
for
fourteen
hours
…
"
But
still
,
I
could
not
have
been
less
comfortable
in
this
chair
if
I
had
been
stapled
to
it
.
I
kept
feeling
fireballs
of
,
like
,
menopausal
heat
pulsing
over
me
,
and
I
thought
I
might
faint
,
or
bite
somebody
in
my
fury
.
My
anger
was
giant
.
It
took
in
everyone
in
this
world
,
but
it
was
most
specifically
directed
at
Swamiji
-
my
Guru
’
s
master
,
who
had
instituted
this
ritual
chanting
of
the
Gurugita
in
the
first
place
.
This
was
not
my
first
difficult
encounter
with
the
great
and
now
-
deceased
Yogi
.
He
was
the
one
who
had
come
to
me
in
my
dream
on
the
beach
,
demanding
to
know
how
I
intended
to
stop
the
tide
,
and
I
always
felt
like
he
was
riding
me
.
Swamiji
had
been
,
all
throughout
his
life
,
relentless
,
a
spiritual
fire
-
brand
.
Like
Saint
Francis
of
Assisi
,
Swamiji
had
been
born
into
a
wealthy
family
and
had
been
expected
to
enter
the
family
business
.
But
when
he
was
just
a
young
boy
,
he
met
a
holy
man
in
a
small
village
near
his
,
and
had
been
deeply
touched
by
the
experience
.
Still
in
his
teens
,
Swamiji
left
home
in
a
loincloth
and
spent
years
making
pilgrimages
to
every
holy
spot
in
India
,
searching
for
a
true
spiritual
master
.
He
was
said
to
have
met
over
sixty
saints
and
Gurus
,
never
finding
the
teacher
he
wanted
.
He
starved
,
wandered
on
foot
,
slept
outside
in
Himalayan
snowstorms
,
suffered
from
malaria
,
dysentery
-
and
called
these
the
happiest
years
of
his
life
,
just
searching
for
somebody
who
would
show
God
to
him
.
Over
those
years
,
Swamiji
became
a
Hatha
Yogi
,
an
expert
in
ayurvedic
medicine
and
cooking
,
an
architect
,
a
gardener
,
a
musician
and
a
swordfighter
(
this
I
love
)
.
By
his
middle
years
,
he
had
still
not
found
a
Guru
,
until
one
day
he
encountered
a
naked
,
mad
sage
who
told
him
to
go
back
home
,
back
to
the
village
where
he
had
met
the
holy
man
as
a
child
,
and
to
study
with
that
great
saint
.
Swamiji
obeyed
,
returned
home
,
and
became
the
holy
man
’
s
most
devoted
student
,
finally
achieving
enlightenment
through
his
master
’
s
guidance
.
Ultimately
,
Swamiji
would
become
a
Guru
himself
.
Over
time
,
his
Ashram
in
India
grew
from
three
rooms
on
a
barren
farm
to
the
lush
garden
it
is
today
.
Then
he
got
the
inspiration
to
go
traveling
and
incite
a
worldwide
meditation
revolution
.
He
came
to
America
in
1970
and
blew
everybody
’
s
mind
.
He
gave
divine
initiation
-
shaktipat
-
to
hundreds
and
thousands
of
people
a
day
.
He
had
a
power
that
was
immediate
and
transformative
.
The
Reverend
Eugene
Callender
(
a
respected
civil
rights
leader
,
a
colleague
of
Martin
Luther
King
Jr
.
and
still
the
pastor
of
a
Baptist
church
in
Harlem
)
remembers
meeting
Swamiji
in
the
1970s
and
dropping
on
his
knees
before
the
Indian
man
in
amazement
and
thinking
to
himself
,
"
There
’
s
no
time
for
shuckin
’
and
jivin
’
now
,
this
is
it
…
This
man
knows
everything
there
is
to
know
about
you
.
"
Swamiji
demanded
enthusiasm
,
commitment
,
self
-
control
.
He
was
always
scolding
people
for
being
jad
,
the
Hindi
word
for
"
inert
.
"
He
brought
ancient
concepts
of
discipline
to
the
lives
of
his
often
rebellious
young
Western
followers
,
commanding
them
to
stop
wasting
their
own
(
and
everyone
else
’
s
)
time
and
energy
with
their
freewheeling
hippie
nonsense
.
He
would
throw
his
walking
stick
at
you
one
minute
,
hug
you
the
next
.
He
was
complicated
,
often
controversial
,
but
truly
world
-
changing
.
The
reason
we
have
access
now
in
the
West
to
many
ancient
Yogic
scriptures
is
that
Swamiji
presided
over
the
translation
and
revitalization
of
philosophical
texts
that
had
long
been
forgotten
even
in
much
of
India
.
My
Guru
was
Swamiji
’
s
most
devoted
student
.
She
was
literally
born
to
be
his
disciple
;
her
Indian
parents
were
amongst
his
earliest
followers
.
When
she
was
only
a
child
,
she
would
often
chant
for
eighteen
hours
a
day
,
tireless
in
her
devotion
.
Swamiji
recognized
her
potential
,
and
he
took
her
on
when
she
was
still
a
teenager
to
be
his
translator
.
She
traveled
all
over
the
world
with
him
,
paying
such
close
attention
to
her
Guru
,
she
said
later
,
that
she
could
even
feel
him
speaking
to
her
with
his
knees
.
She
became
his
successor
in
1982
,
still
in
her
twenties
.
