"With my *will*."
Months later, Rama announced to hundreds of followers: "No, friends,
I am not paranoid. In fact, three students recently confessed to me
that they had incarnated on earth to destroy my mission."
Also in 1986, Rama wrote to followers: "A very close friend of mine,
Jack Kukulan, died several weeks ago. I know Jack was a friend to many
of you. We will miss him. Jack was the best part of all of us.
His tremendous help and economic support of the spread of meditation
has benefited many. Jack died a warrior's death."
A squat man with dark, curly hair and a sardonic smile, Jack had applied
to be a student shortly after Rama's 1982 Berkeley lecture series.
He had allowed the Bay Area postering crew to use his house as a base
of operation, and seemed willing to help his new spiritual teacher
in any way that he could. When Rama closed the San Francisco Centre,
Jack sold his house and moved to southern California, where he
continued to run an Oakland-based fruit distribution company.
Each week I stopped by Jack's Malibu apartment to pick up a crate
of fruit for Rama, who lived down the block near Point Dume.
Before I left, Jack slipped me a small, brown, paper bag.
"That's for you," he said.
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