On a warm, sultry afternoon in July 2001, I was at an ashram. Surrounded by a broad swathe of other spiritual seekers, I was tingling with anticipation as I slowly inched my way forward to a podium at the front of the hall.
Seated on the podium was a stunning looking woman. Robed in the
silken-orange tradition of the Saraswati order, it was obvious that this beautiful Indian Guru lived in a state of transcendence I had
been looking for my whole life.
Questions, which had been bouncing around in my head hours
earlier, such as, "Can she be real?" "Is she authentic?" dissolved the
moment I laid eyes on her. My soul simply 'knew'.
Her energy field was thick, alive and vibrating intensely with
the most intoxicating and limitless love I had ever felt. In the body of
this love, there was no need for words.
Breaking the silence, a hostess whispered in my ear, "It
is customary to bring something when meeting a Guru for the first time.
In India, coconuts are offered, symbolizing the hard shell of the ego."
With this prompt I scanned the people around me. Sure enough,
they were tenderly holding flowers, coconuts and exquisitely wrapped
A tumult of emotions began to arise. I suddenly felt terrible.
Having left my bag by my chair at the back of the hall, I had nothing to
Looking down at my hands I decided, "I'll offer my engagement
ring." Then I thought, "No it does not hold enough significance. I need
to give something more meaningful."
With that determination, I took off
my wedding band, placed it in the palm of my hand and held it to my
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