Nowhere to Go

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During the months I was in yogi training at Maharaj-ji’s little temple in the hills, I got really high. It felt like light was pouring out of my head. At one point I had to go... Read more>

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Babaji used many methods to mitigate the sufferings and hardships of people who visited him. They were seldom done in the public gaze, but they were going on every day. Some poor... Read more>

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In February of 1973, I met Neem Karoli Baba at the Hanuman mandir on Parikrama Road in Vrindaban, one day before he left for Kainchi Dham. At that time, I had only $300 in... Read more>

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I desired to have Maharaji come visit my home but kept putting off asking him. I had told Dada of my desire, hoping that he could help me to invite Maharaji. I had just met... Read more>

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Babaji was known as a great saint — a highly realized soul with all the spiritual powers. Writing about Baba, Swami Vijayananda, a disciple of Anandamayi Ma, called him “a... Read more>

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It is the soft time of evening. On Dada’s porch we listen to the sounds that attend the approaching night: people speak­ing softly as they pass along the roadway, children’s... Read more>

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This event happened during the Second World War. Chandra Shekar Pande, S.D.O, M.E.S, was very worried about his wife. She had fever for a long time and was now so emaciated that... Read more>
The Pot is Full

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Someone recently asked me what it was like to be around Maharaji. As a child, all I remember was that it was great fun. As I replay those meetings in my mind, I feel differently... Read more>