Soon I detected a faint
glow from the corner of my eye. I gazed at what I felt was an
incredible source of power, beauty, and wisdom. It was the rocks.
They were glowing.
On the drive back to Malibu, Rama was perhaps experiencing
flashbacks from the late '60s, because he "let me do my own thing."
As a result, I rode with him in front, but focused on Cindy in back.
Her flowing, blond hair and radiant face had made an impression
on me long before she appeared on the cover of Rama's newspaper.
I turned around often to smile at her.
"Hey there!" I said at one point.
Cindy looked slightly embarrassed. "Hey there!" she returned sheepishly.
This is fun, I thought. For the first time in years, things were
looking up.
18. Where's My Tribe?
In the fall of 1984, Rama took twenty-eight disciples for a ride
around the western United States. The purpose of the trip, he said,
was to *see* which city we were supposed to move to. I was glad
that he had invited me. I liked the idea of searching for a home.
I loved to travel. And I looked forward to an exercise in *seeing*.
"This is going to be fun," I thought.
The trip began in a parking lot in southern Malibu. Rama raised
his arms, made a whistling sound, and said, "The ocean is your friend.
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