Diary 1963 - Murshid Sam's Living Stream

Diaries 1963-2Well Krishnaji is nothing like a “Yogi” or “mystic” and therefore can’t be one. He is a Horticulturistand is going down to UCLA, to get his PhD. in Horticulture. He is on exactly the same missionas Damned Sam was in 1956 and is accomplishing what I was trying to do then. It was impossible,a dream, but he is doing it. And we not only talked on scientific and horticultural projects, and onYoga; we reconciled modern science and Asian Wisdom and this is the first time I have been permittedto do this.The ex-disciples of European professors and erstwhile devotees of the Cloudnines got somereal Yoga, some real Wisdom and wherever they turned the roads were blocked. Krishnaji did notbelieve in Aldous Huxley or Isherwood or even the Hollywood Vedanta Center which proves howlittle God knows about “God.”The fact is, Harriet, that beginning on my birthday and since the stars (or something) seemboth inclined and compel the world to beat some kind of a path to my door. For not only have I forthe first time been approached instead of approaching the same happened in the mail this morning.Now the rest of my body is catching up to the tongue in being vigorous, active, and full of zest. I cantouch parts of my feet for the first time in my life and even weight-lifting goes up.I am waiting for the coming of Major M. Sadiq to make an official tour of the State in connectionwith all branches of Agriculture and some other things. Everywhere I run into ignorance aboutAsia. Last week for the first time I have heard an American who has been there been given the publicforum on Vietnam. It has all been newspaper men (American mostly) and diplomats (Americans notmostly), never an Asian and never an American who has lived there. The stories of Cambodia thateach American gives me corroborate the others but the press and state department, too concernedwith “realism” know nothing of realities, or don’t care. This covers our entire dialectical left-centerrightdream world which exists in our minds and breeds hatreds and ignorance.Then my god-daughter may come next year. This is a long and beautiful series of complexes.In a few minutes I leave for a funeral. Margaret who was once the wife of Ching Wah Lee hasdied and there are services. Chingwah has just come back from real Asia and even there he ran into a“revolution” which is going on (which the American newspaper men and European professor knownaught of) and if it is successful a very close friend of mine is going to occupy a top position all overthe Far East.