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<strong>Conversations</strong> <strong>with</strong> <strong>Avant</strong>-<strong>garde</strong> <strong>Sages</strong><br />

Taking a breather from my spiritual tutoring and from a day job as<br />

a real estate developer, I took up my long lost friend’s invitation to<br />

attend the epic artists’ festival in the desert known as<br />

Burningman. This looked like a serious event, <strong>with</strong> harsh<br />

conditions in the middle of nowhere, <strong>with</strong> a challenge and<br />

opportunity to recreate myself any way that I desired. I was called<br />

to conduct an experiment in unconditional love. <strong>The</strong> moment I hit<br />

the ground, I was to assume my own divinity and the divinity of<br />

everyone I met – not as a concept but as an already accomplished<br />

fact. Furthermore, I would assume that everyone that I met was<br />

worthy of unconditional love, <strong>with</strong>out resorting to the<br />

instantaneous judgments and reciprocity that had been my habit<br />

based on initial appearances. I was able to be both of those Truths<br />

wall-to-wall throughout what turned out to be one of the most<br />

mind blowing events of my life and I lived on a cloud for two<br />

months afterward. While the magic of that event faded, and I<br />

found myself back in the grind of my daily existence as a single<br />

householder <strong>with</strong> children, the yearning for being remained. It<br />

was clear now something had truly shifted.<br />

Shortly after returning from Burningman, John Troy arranged for<br />

a small troupe to visit Tiruvannamalai, India and Arunachala, its<br />

“sacred” mountain. Ramana Maharshi was devoted to the<br />

mountain, Arunachala, and always referred to it as Shiva, the<br />

formless Self; the same formless Self that was my revelation. As<br />

you might expect, my expectations for this trip were high as I was<br />

expecting nothing short of a <strong>Wizard</strong> of Oz journey into a magical<br />

land resulting in my total, permanent transformation.<br />

Synchronicity enjoined us the entire journey. We arrived at our<br />

hotel <strong>with</strong> just enough time to freshen up before joining many<br />

thousands of pilgrims in the full moon circumambulation of this<br />

sacred mountain. Oh my God! <strong>The</strong>re were people growing out of<br />

the street <strong>with</strong> fifth stage symptoms of diseases we eradicated in<br />

this country thirty years ago. <strong>The</strong>re were parentless dirty street<br />

urchins running around oxcarts and monkeys and sacred cows.<br />

Sannyasins were walking around in saffron robes blessing car<br />

fenders <strong>with</strong> potions.<br />

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