He told me that he was starting a Centre for Guru in La Jolla, California.
Then, in an enchantingly anesthetizing voice, he explained that southern
California rested upon a mystical power spot around which had congregated
the nation's largest population of spiritual seekers. "Would you like to go?"
I realized that San Diego--San Diego!--was driving distance
to the Sonoran Desert and to UCLA--Castaneda's frequent haunts!
I remembered Atmananda telling me that California boasted many lovely,
friendly women! I realized that such a move would distance me
from my parents, who continued to worry that I was in a cult!
I also realized that such a move would distance me from Guru.
But I now believed that the Light would reach me in whichever state
I inhabited. Besides, I sensed that without Atmananda as a buffer,
Chinmoy's highly regimented brand of spirituality would be difficult,
if not impossible, for me to conform to.
And what a buffer Atmananda was! I pictured him striding about
with his chin jutting forward, exuding that aura of confidence;
joking and singing, inspiring and enlivening us; challenging our
intellects with the known and unknowable; framing and reframing the way
in which we viewed the world; and generating mystical experiences--
not on his own, of course, but with the Guru's Spiritual Light.
"Yes!" I replied, without considering the feelings of my brother,
who continued to support me in my quest with a faraway smile.
I was proud that Atmananda had chosen me to be part of his team.
I did not know, however, that he had embellished stories in his
book Lifetimes. Nor did I know that he had told the San Francisco
Examiner that he never experienced a past life remembrance.
Nor did I know that he had once asked a girlfriend to slip
out the window when another appeared at the door.
Nor that he had recently been in deep trouble with Chinmoy.
Nor that during the height of the controversy, he had admitted
to Tom that he might leave the Centre before Chinmoy kicked
him out.
"What would you do if you left?" Tom had asked him.
"I'd move to California and teach meditation," Atmananda replied.
On August 30, 1979, Atmananda, Dana, Rachel, Connie, and I left
the ground in a jet bound for San Diego. In the excitement
of packing and leaving, I had forgotten my wallet and daypack
back at my brother's. Now, without money or ID, I watched
rays of light play off darkening clouds and thought about the frog.