Looking back now, my way to “A TRAINING COURSE in Miracles” probably all started in 1969 when I accepted Jesus my personal Lord and Savior, under the influence of the Campus Crusade for Christ. However, after joining a Christian brotherhood of aspiring monks, where I was daily quizzed on how many Bible verses I had memorized and may recite verbatim, I was totally confused by it all. Their version of reality just didn’t sit well with me. I felt such as a parrot of Bible verses, that I didn’t even begin to understand, or the town crier that nobody wished to hear. Jesus would show me more, much more.
As divine synchronicity could have it, I ingested a hallucinogen that resulted in a near death experience the day after Christmas, 1970. When I was in the black void, with only the consciousness that “I’M”, George Harrison’s song My Sweet Lord began playing. That has been my voice singing to God, not George’s! Soon an excellent white light began taken from the darkness, as my soul sang “I must say i want to see you Lord”. Then somebody started to emerge out of your light. This Holy One oscillated between masculine and feminine. 
As I’d been praying to Jesus, I thought it may be him, but without a beard. I began crying from the depths of my soul, because the Holy One communicated telepathically into my heart. I knew this Being to be only pure love. Then it was over. I was shot back to my body, hearing what to a new song telling me “it’s been quite a long time coming, it’s going to be a long time gone.” How true that has been.
A year later, I saw the cover of Autobiography of a Yogi. It was Paramahansa Yogananda who had arrived at me! Next came meeting Baba Ram Dass, who confirmed that I wasn’t crazy and stated that Yogananda had seemed to many young spiritual seekers on drugs. He also autographed my copy of Be Here Now. My next decade was spent being an aspiring yogi and practicing Yogananda’s Self-Realization Fellowship lessons and exercises, chanting, meditating and receiving initiation into Kriya yoga. Yogananda’s path and linage of gurus brought the much needed clarity for me to understand Jesus and Christianity better. Yogananda also showed me the essential truth behind the oneness of all religions.
And he brought me to Babaji, the Mahavatar who sent him to America back the 1920s. Since I heard the name Babaji, I knew I knew Him. He and Jesus work together, behind the scenes, in the cosmic scheme of things. And Babaji was to function as next step in my ongoing spiritual evolution. However, I did so not know at this stage that He had supposedly manifested a body again and was surviving in the tiny village of Haidakhan, in northern India. That could come later, together with the mystery and myth of the current manifestation.
After hearing Bhagavan Das sing, I purchased a dotara and began chanting mantras to God daily. This simple, ancient two- stringed instrument is easy to play and lets one follow the drone sound into silence. At this stage, I purchased my very own place in the woods and met a man who’d lived with Babaji. He conducted a Vedic fire ceremony that Babaji had taught him to initiate my new abode. I questioned and grilled him repeatedly, asking if this new Babaji was exactly the same entity Yogananda wrote about. Yes, one and the same but peoples egos still question His true identity. Babaji’s new Kriya yoga was the road of truth, simplicity and love while performing karma yoga- work – and keeping one’s mind on God, through repetition of the ancient mantra Om Namaha Shivaya.
Babaji stated that this mantra alone was more powerful than one thousand atomic bombs and His 1-800 number. I began at this point seriously doing japa, or the repetition of the mantra on 108 rudraksha beads, to get this vibration into my sub consciousness. I also learned many methods to chant it on my dotara. With all this going on, I bought “A TRAINING COURSE in Miracles” and began the daily lessons immediately. I tried to create sense of the Text but got nowhere; each sentence bogged me down and had to be re-read over way too many times to assimilate. I was just too young, I told myself. I was thirty-three. I’d cope with this Text later, someday, maybe.
Then after a year of being married, the house burns down- a genuine karmic fire ceremony. In the ashes, untouched by the fire, was a picture of Babaji and His cymbals from Haidakhan. Discuss miracles! Next, was the unexpected news that we have a child coming, after losing everything? My marriage started to dissolve quickly when i fell twenty feet off a roof, breaking my own body in twelve places. Surviving death, I was put back to college for two years to be retrained, while my ex-wife and son left for the Southwest. un curso de milagros That is when most of my abandonment issues resulted in extreme drinking alone. After graduation, I left for India to see Babaji’s ashram, as He had already left His physical body again, also to pray for help with my entire life in the most spiritual country on the planet.
I attended the 1995 Kumbha Mela festival with ten million others and lo and behold, who should appear? It had been Babaji, asking me if I was having fun. Yes, but I couldn’t speak to answer Him! Then He disappeared back into the crowd, leaving me blown away. Returning state side, I finished up following my ex- wife and son to the Southwest, where my next thing was peyote meetings with the Native Americans for quite some time ahead. Everything I’d read and studied in the Course was evident on the medicine inside that tipi. God Is.
I learned more in a single night than I had in years of studying metaphysical books. But I didn’t practice all I’d learned and I let my depressed ego, alcohol and abandonment issues take me closer to death’s very door. However, as fate, karma and prayers could have it, I finished up in prison for just two 2.5 years on an aggravated DUI, rather than dead, where I stumbled upon the Courses’ Manual for Teachers inside our library. Soon, I had the complete book sent in absolve to prisoners and was reintroduced to Jesus again, with all the time I needed to study every word of this lengthy text.
After twenty years, I must be old enough to obtain it now! In time and with the help of the Course, I was finally able to forgive myself for the bizarre life my ego had constructed. I did so the daily lessons again, attempting to start to see the face of Christ within each inmate. That has been not an easy one. But I left prison a changed, free sober man, much better for the experience sufficient reason for a first draft book about any of it all under my belt. Today, I’ve eight years of sobriety under my belt and my book Still Singing, Somehow won the fall Pinnacle Book Achievement Award. This is the very condensed version of my story- an odyssey of one soul’s karma.