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The Transcendent Wisdom of Neem Karoli Baba Told Through the Stories of the Westerners Whose Lives He Transformed. In spirituality, science, social activism and music, the teachers and innovators in this book who have influenced a generation share a common source of wisdom: Maharajji, whose most important message was to love everybody.

I Want Your Blessing, Babaji

i want your blessing babaji Maharajji 383 250SADHU UMA: I became a Giri sadhu, a devotee of Shiva, and practiced meditation and lived off what people would give me. I had great faith that I was protected by the gods, although life was often very hard for a girl who came originally from a protected background. More seriously, I had become disillusioned by the teachers I’d met over the years, the hierarchy of the monastic system, and I also began to doubt my own motivations. Therefore I decided to take a bath in the Ganges in Haridwar before leaving India.

On the bus to Delhi I met a Frenchman who showed me a small picture of a sadhu he called Neem Karoli Baba. There was something in the way that Baba held himself in that photo that touched me, so I decided to make a detour and go first to Bhimtal to pay him my respects before my farewell to India.

I Would Like a Visa Extension

Maharajji Shri Sri Neem Karoli Baba Neeb Karori I would like a visa extensionphoca thumb l Maharajji 1115Premananda (Tom Forray) was in high school in the Bronx, taking acid, and reading The Tibetan Book of the Dead; he got very curious about God and spirituality. Then he got Autobiography of a Yogi and joined Self-Realization Fellowship. Here he was, a seventeen- year-old kid doing kriya yoga. When Meher Baba came to America, he visited the Bronx Zoo on one of his trips, right near where Tom lived. Even years later, everyone was walking around with Meher Baba lockets, reading his books, the discourses, which is what made Tom want to go to India, to go to Meher Baba's ashram.

Premananda: As soon as I graduated from Hunter College in 1970, I went to Europe with a friend, Bobby. We split up in Greece. I took a house on an island in Greece during the off season to prepare myself for India. The specter of India was kind of scary. When I was ready to go, I went from Greece to Iraq and from there through the Persian Gulf in the hold of a freighter. Their whole gig was to take pilgrims who were on their way to Mecca; we're talking about goat herders from the mountains, primitive tribes. Within two days you could not use the bathrooms.