Darshan while Dosed ॐ ♥ राम राम ♥ ॐ One morning a number of us who had taken acid decided to break into the ashram early and get front-row seats, so we all went tramping through the potato patches, over the stream, and across the wall. We took our morning baths amid calls of “Sitaram” [salutation using the names of Sita, Ram’s consort, and Ram]! We put on our fresh clean clothes, and got our front-row seats in front of the tucket. We got centered, did our meditations (or whatever else one does while waiting for Maharajji to come out). We were all lined up, tripping; I was sitting at one of the short ends of the tucket. All of a sudden the door burst open—BAM—and there was Maharajji in a brand-new psychedelic blanket that one of the devotees had given him. No one had time to leap to his feet. He was just suddenly there, twinkling like a star. Everyone was trying to get up and he just kicked his way through, sat down on the bench, and ignored us all. He just sat there, occasionally looking at someone, then he’d continue to look at the sky. But he went down the line, checking everyone out, sometimes for no more than an instant. That lasted for about ten minutes. He had come out early—and when the rest of the ashram realized that he was out, and came running, he returned immediately to his little room. (from Ram Dass, ed., “Miracle of Love,” p. 223.)
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