An uneasy feeling permeated my gut. I recalled the aftermath of his
last enlightenment. "Just because he believes that he's perfect,"
I thought, "why should I suffer?" I recalled a few of his more
outlandish claims. He had lectured a doctor about the nature of illness:
"Disease is merely the result of a difference in vibrations."
He had taken credit when his father survived a coronary bypass operation.
He had taken credit when disciples got decent jobs.
I now realized that if I were to remain a disciple, I would need
to humor myself about Rama's claims--lest I rekindle the debilitating
conflict between my rational and mystical natures. I had the impression
that Ken Kesey and the Merry Pranksters kept a sense of humor
about their experiments, and I wondered how they might deal with
someone afflicted with Rama's particular brand of enlightenment.
I recalled reading in The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test that one
prankster often said: "Yeah! Yeah! Right! Right! Right!"
"That's it," I decided. "When Rama starts getting out there,
I'll say to myself, 'Yeah! Yeah! Right! Right! Right!'"
At that moment, Rama raised his arms again. "Do you *see* it?"
he quavered.
"I *see* it, Rama. Golden light is filling the room.
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