Dadaji seldom talked to me about spiritual matters. He preferred old war stories and occasionally he would tell me great tales from his adventures after the war, travelling through Asia and India. When he saw me reading Carlos Castenada or any Indian saint or other authors who dwelt on such subjects he would […]

Mahendranath thought for himself. He looked at words and ideas carefully, turning, studying and comparing. He deeply examined everything in life that we take for granted. He never believed anything that he had not himself confirmed. Eventually this gave him an exalted view, or rather, a view from a high place, a panoramic view. To […]

Living with Dadaji proved to be as difficult as he had predicted. Now, I can see that I took up so much of his space, his time and his emotional energy. He would often say in exasperation, “Would you RELAX!” When he had had more than enough his door curtain would be pulled closed and […]

When I arrived back at the house in Mehmadabad, early morning, a week after I had left, Dadaji looked up in great surprise and said, “What are you doing here?”
“Well, I met Mangalnath and I climbed Girnar and I got blown away by what you said..Do as thou Wilt…that was amazing! And now, well, where […]

New information found fertile ground in me. I was so stretched out, trying to understand, trying to be receptive. He may well have wished me to relax, but I was determined not to miss any word or any signal.

I looked at him. He was an imposing and handsome man of seventy years. His eyes captivated my attention, piercingly blue and crackling with energy.

When I arrived back at our camp that evening I found Lothar had gone completely insane. He was both afraid and dangerously aggressive. I spent the entire night in the stepvan with him.