Diary 1963 - Murshid Sam's Living Stream

Diaries 1963January 15This is the diary entry. The best laid plans of mice and men often come up with other answers.The most ridiculous situation is that two efforts to see old friends in the T.S. have resulted only intheir preaching to me and not listening to where I have been. I look over the names such as Alice Bailey,Krishnamurti, and Manly Hall, none of whom has done anything but surfeit us with words andcause confusions. The worst thing is to mention “Jesus Christ.” It is a shame and an annoyance, theway they wince. After two such experiences, I almost regret the need to go there again and see LottieFernandez, who was for so long my sister in Zen. On the other hand, I have escaped without beingasked to speak. If I am asked to speak, the conditions are impossible—I intend to sweep the corridorsof these intellectual rotters who make spiritual cognition impossible. They grow old and feebleand next to the words “God” and “Christ” they fear to hear the word “Shangri-la.” “If you have him,I no want, but if you haven’t, I want.”In the meantime, there is a strange conglomeration of materials and persons in regard to psychicand occult phenomena. The letters from Pakistan and from Reps (Ireland) coming together; thereports to Whittier and locally to H.G. White; the report from the latter and other events form a hugepattern. I am waiting for a call from Ted which may lead to more local meetings.Then there is Fritzi. I went to see her, and instead of putting me on for a lecture, she has offeredme the whole place—just like that. I was not ready for it, but the way she expressed herself, I cannotrefuse. One does not know whether this is because she has been convinced I have a message—orshe has been given occult guidance—or she wants to put it over on La Duce—it is probably all three.The old Hindu “The enemy of your enemy is your friend” sometimes works ironically. There is almostcomplete slate-cleaning here now from the days I was accused of suffering from paranoia. Myenemies always had lots of enemies—they were just the sort of people who did that, only I am not amasochist, and rebelled. But this rebellion has over and over again fomented other rebellions which“threw the rascals out.” La Duce has few friends here.It is possible a letter will be written in regard to KPFA. “Communists, yes, Muslims, no.”In the meanwhile, is that peculiar general situation of the difficulty of presenting to anybody Iknow well about my trips abroad, or even the journey to L.A. I ran into Walt Baptiste. “I have a Pearlof Great Price.” “May I see it?” It is the question of salvation. The theosophists and others eitherrefuse to look or deny, but mostly are too self-centered. One can come and have all the healing inthe world. It becomes a secret, not because it is a secret, but because people won’t listen or accept.So Walt got in five minutes what, with the exception of Sheikha and Ted, I have not been able togive away, show, or demonstrate since I returned. The result can only be laughter. The challenge is ablessing, and by being challenged, I gave to Walt and blessed him. Other people will wonder why Ipay attention to him. The doctrinarian “Brotherhood” gangs again.