I thought about contacting pre-Rama friends but I feared that we
shared little in common. Besides, I had treated several of them
as if they were spiritually unrefined, and now it felt awkward
to ask for their support.
Later that day, on my way to Walden Pond, I saw a man in his seventies
walking slowly toward me. "It's an omen of death," I thought nervously.
Quickly turning back toward the car, I saw a brief flash of light--
a reflection from something I could not see.
"It's the Forces!" I told myself and slipped down a fearful
stretch of imagination back toward a nightmarish state of mind.
Rama's Forces were back. I got in the car and locked the door.
I was scared. I meditated a few minutes. I asked the Infinite
for protection. I drove around awhile. I had no destination.
I recalled something Rama used to say about reflections.
"I am like a perfect mirror. If you ever perceive me in a
negative light, you are seeing nothing more than a reflection."
I pulled into a parking lot of a motel. I found myself looking
for cars from Rama's tour group. I found myself wondering where
the disciples--my friends--were and what they were doing. For years
we had been close, like a tribe. Suddenly I had an inspiration:
set out across America and rejoin my tribe! And how my spirit soared!
And through the sleepless days and nights, I searched Howard Johnson's,
Best Western, and Denny's parking lots across America for a black
Turbo Carerra.
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