Diary 1963 - Murshid Sam's Living Stream

Diaries 1963March 27, 1963Dear Saladin:My dates have been slightly mixed. Something happened last night which stimulates making arecord. This will go in my biography made later on.When I was studying Organic Chemistry, I took into account many facts and factors not usuallyobserved, discussed them and then added how they affected the technique and results. I learnedthis , in part, from studying Steinmetz. The result was that my lab. notebook was taken at the end ofthe term and kept on record as an ideal notebook.My peregrinations among the scientists have resulted, usually, in my being invited to join themat levels where only Masters and PhD’s come, not mere Bachelors. If I relate these stories to otherpeople they call it egotism. But I’ll relate one because of the aftermath.I do not know whether Dr. Turki, head of the National Research Centre in Cairo is a Sufi or not.But he invited me at once to a top level secret meeting where I received an insight so different fromwhat the papers say, that it was not until yesterday that I could speak out and be accepted, with onevery notable exception. This exception is Paul Keim of the Engineering Department at U. C. WhenI saw him last week he asked for an overall on the future foreign aid in Agriculture in the UAR. AsProfessor Ayers came all the way from Rome to Cairo to see me, it is absolutely impossible for meboth to record my diary and have events accepted. It is all called “egotism” and this thing goes onand on and on, and the metaphysical and dialectic people reject me and I know it beforehand.Robert Clifton (Phra Sumangalo) died, leaving a tremendous number of followers and muchwealth. Zoso (Paul Fernandez) died, leaving a widow and few friends. But Paul had the Dharma andRobert had not. All the arguments won’t change this, and all the statements of opinion of the unenlightenedwon’t detract one bit from the truth. And not all the advice, suggestions or even money isgoing to change me from being the Fudo successor of Zoso to become the Samantabhadra successorof Robert. When I was called to make some remarks on the death of Robert, I arose and said “NamoSamantabhadra Bodhisattva” and sat down. I don’t know whether the audience understood, but themonks all did, and instead of boring the audience with an oration—negative self-praise, I came tothe point. This is the dharma.I have told you when you come here or we meet I’ll give you my real name. But I have as testimonialthe robes invested in public. Why?The events of 1925 were one and all rejected hither, thither and yon. But when I got to Asia itwas not so. Only on my revisit it was the holy men who came and pointed out the person who wasblessed by this one or that one because they had seen exactly what I claimed in 1925. In our jury systemand our scientific system the corroboration of testimony is not only valid, it is necessary; in ourmetaphysical (dis)order, it is called “egotism” and is rejected.