The Guru
The Guru
LAX Airport, Autumn '79
We were all waiting out turn. Big conference room right at the airport. We had all driven up from San Diego just for the occasion. The 'San Diego Boys' all dressed dutifully in white and the 'San Diego Girls' all wore beautiful multi-colored saris. We were all disciples - and a dress code is a dress code! Suddenly it was announced ...
"San Diego Boys!'"
It was our turn. We all scrambled into position. Front row seat. Lotus positions on the carpeted floor right in front of our Guru. One at a time we were given a complete and undivided personal meditation. And then my turn -
I could have watched an entire sitcom - that's how long ...
And then not long afterward one of the 'San Diego Girls' - one of the best spiritual friends anyone has ever had came up to me and said -
" I can't BELIEVE how LONG he just meditated on you!"
And a good thing too - it saved my soul's life. Because I had been going thru a living religious hell up until then.
Because despite the Lord himself actually showing up on my 1/29/74 birthday, which I could now only even scarcely remember, the 'curse of the illegal Irish' had since then 'descended like flies'. Of course! And good old fashioned spirit world apparitions and lot's of so-called everyday people ... and real 'intended to be lethal' behind the back stuff.
And by the fall of '79 I was also being attacked every few weeks while sleeping by infernal gargoyle-like demons. And these were not just nightmares - they were real. A single one would suddenly be sitting on top of my chest as I lay on my back and an infernal terror would then fill the room and they would have 6 - 9 inch long finger nails that were razor sharp and while staring right down on me with their demonic grinning faces they were able to insert their finger nails right into my chest right up to but never for some reason actually piercing my lung tissue. But ready to do so at any time. But they would always stop right there for several minutes just for terrifying terrifying effect! That's just the way they do things!
And their nails were so sharp that the insertions never caused any bleeding of other tissues because they could somehow just go between the cells! And I would be completely unable to move - 'like popcorn versus a battleship' . The ONLY thing I could do would be to internally and frantically call out God's name over and over and over again until suddenly, thank the Lord, that strategy would suddenly succeed and then all of a sudden I'd be 'gargoyle free' and sitting up fully awake and out of breath and in a state of some sort of shock.
So you see I joined that San Diego meditation group in October just in the nick of time. Fall semester '79 UCSD. Because For the few weeks prior to joining the La Jolla meditation group I was just going thru the motions of going to classes while all the while in a state of religious shock but I kept it to myself as best I could. I'd sit alone in my dorm room whenever I could and lose myself in William Faulkner's novel 'A Light In August' because it was utterly captivating so much so that I could only read it very very slowly word for word for word and I'd go into one of those 'the agony and the ecstasy' trances and I am convinced to this day that I am the only person ever, except maybe the author himself, who completely understood the novel's central tragic character 'Joe Christmas' and what his day to day waking consciousness, and his nocturnal as well, was actually like. Mine!
And so yes that LAX meditation was amazing!
And hey psychologists - you brainy people who figured out that there are only 16 personality types and that every human is always just 'one' of them ...
WHAT PERSONALITY TYPE WAS THAT ???