About the Book




    Occurring at a time when one great segment of “America” – meaning the United States – was dedicated to fighting and winning a horrendous patriotic war, there was also a troupe thousands strong of young disillusioned migrants who responded, largely due to that war, by abandoning everything to strike out on long lingering excursions, crossing continents in search of deeper and richer existential meaning to living than that which had been instilled in us. I was one of them. Our diaspora was without order or organization but we had a basis of understanding one to another: The continuing existence of wars is a serious flaw in the character of our species and must come to an end. Love, respect and human kindness is the ultimate panacea if we could only overcome our greed, superstitions and prejudices. Repressed sexual desires are the cause of much violence in the world… and so on. We had global aspirations of healing the planet, and didn’t take into account of what we were up against. ‘Make Love Not War’ was our bumper-sticker motto – we reasoned that having as much fun and sex as possible would somehow act as a worldwide cure – more naivete, but we were dedicated.

   Beyond our hedonistic tendencies a great many of us were very concerned with finding a firmer spiritual foundation to build upon, feeling that we had been primed with our Christian teachings as we grew up, but were left hanging with too many loose ends and half-truths, and an abiding sense of dissatisfaction at the exclusionary aspect of "Only One Way." We hungered for more. This is my story of searching for 'more' and finding that simply by setting out, one rich adventure after another came my way, not all of them what I would have wished for, but full of life’s vitality nonetheless. Existing for years at the very bottom of the economic tier of the whole world, I regarded myself neither in poverty nor homeless, but as a sadhu, wandering monk on a pilgrimage to my own soul. I visioned the physical world with all its drama as a metaphor for our real home: our true, infinite and eternal self, our pure spirit. But no dharma lectures in my book I promise you, I just tell the stories. Come with me please, on my journey.

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