Barry Martin Snyders Journey with Babaji ~ I was blessed to be in Babajis presence in Herakhan in 1983 and he is forever my Satguru. I have written the amazing story of the time with him which is contained in a book we wrote a year. Heres the first part of the chapter on Babaji... ॐ Toward the end of the India sojourn, I found myself living in Rishikesh, in the foothills of the Himalayas. In the small ashram where I secured lodging, the sounds of strange musical instruments often emanated from the room next door. Upon investigating, I met a beautiful young German woman with a shaved head, wearing the exotic, flowing clothes of the East. Ilse and I became friends and began to spend a lot of time together. I was drawn to a photograph of a Yogi on the altar in her room. When I inquired who this was, Ilse responded, “Babaji,” and added that he was also known as Hairakhan Baba. Instantly I recalled a Yogi from Yuma, Arizona commenting, before I left the U.S., that maybe I would meet Babaji during my journey. The familiar, powerful feeling and knowing in my heart area told me I needed to go meet this Babaji. I had a strong sense this might be the same Babaji, the Yogi Christ of India, that Paramhansa Yogananda wrote about in Autobiography of a Yogi. I was about to meet who and what had called me to India. And this alluring young German woman would take me there! When we got off the bus eight miles from his ashram, I immediately felt Babaji’s presence. The trip up through the jungle along the Gautama Ganga in the Garhwal Himalayas was an adventure of a lifetime. As Ilse and I walked along with a Swedish couple, the entire experience felt surreal, as if we were in a different dimension of reality. We should have been at the ashram within a few hours, but mysteriously we never arrived at all that day, although everyone but me had visited the ashram on numerous occasions. They were completely puzzled about why we weren’t finding our way. It grew dark and we were forced to sleep on the trail. Among the four of us we had only two blankets, which forced Ilse and me to sleep together under one of them. This created some awkwardness, for although I felt drawn to her, Ilse was in a relationship with a man who was currently the doctor at the ashram. The next morning I attended the first Darshan, a group worship ceremony with Babaji. Looking into his eyes, I was immediately lost in his presence. I remember him saying in English, “Very good young man” -- the perfect thing to say to someone who held a thin veneer of self-confidence over a deep chasm of self-doubt and unworthiness. Then Babaji asked with a chuckle how my stay on the trail last night had been. In a flash I knew he had arranged the whole affair to bring Ilse and me together. In this Darshan I had finally come face to face with God in the flesh. I now knew this was not a story relegated to books; I had experienced it for myself. Having gone to India to find out what a God-realized being was like, in Babaji I saw this and more -- God incarnate, a being who knew everything and held immense power over all reality. Many miracles happened during the stay at the ashram, and it was astounding how much evolution being there catalyzed. With no way to numb out and sleepwalk, I was continuously thrown back onto myself. There was a surreal quality to the psychic atmosphere, in which every experience was intensified and magnified. Even the smallest distraction of ego and mind could instantly become a painful experience. ~ Written by Barry Martin Snyder
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