"
("Yeah! Yeah! Right! Right! Right!" I thought.)
Rama waited for me to continue describing the Light which I did,
and though I was lying and probably fanning the flame, I supposed
this would beat an ongoing dark night of the soul.
Rama now looked directly into my eyes. I could not recall him
doing so, except during lectures and meditations, since 1981.
"We used to be friends," he murmured. "What happened?"
"Rama, I don't know."
"Should there be any problems between us?" he asked.
I felt that this was Fred trying to break through, and I struggled
to hold back the tears.
"You and I used to be friends," he continued. "But then
something happened. We should be friends. Would you like that?"
"Yes, Rama."
He smiled at me with big, puppy eyes.
I told him that Sal, Bill, Al, and I had maintained a high consciousness
earlier that day, before he arrived. "We talked about what we hoped
to gain from the power drug, Rama. It was as if we were spiritual warriors."
Rama looked at me resolutely. "You are spiritual warriors,"
he said. Then he lay back down and fell asleep. I felt happy
and self-confident.
When Rama awoke, he turned to me and said, "You are okay.
You are on the net."
"On the what?"
"The net.
Pages:
206
207
208
209
210
211
212
213
214
215
216
217
218
219
220
221
222
223
224
225
226
227
228
229
230