So I started out on the New York thruway. I was just galumphing along in such a high state that I was hanging out with various forms of the Divine. I was doing my mantra, which I usually am doing one way or another, to remember that this isn’t the only game in town. So I’m holding onto the steering wheel and I’m keeping enough consciousness to keep the car on the road. At another part I’m singing to Krishna, who is blue, is radiant, plays the flute, is the seducer of the Beloved, all of whom we are, back into the merging with God, back into the formless. I am in ecstasy hanging out with blue Krishna, driving along the New York freeway, when I noticed in my rear view mirror a blue flashing light.
Now, there is enough of me down, so I knew it was a state trooper. I pulled over the car, and this man got out of the car and he came up to the window. I opened the window and he said, “may I see your license and registration?” I was in such a state that when I looked at him, I saw that it was Krishna who had come to give me darshan. How would Krishna come in 1970? Why not as a state trooper? Christ came as a carpenter.
So Krishna comes up and asks for my license. He can have anything, he can have my life. All he wants is my license and registration. So I give him my license and
registration, and it’s like throwing flowers at the feet of God. I am looking at him with absolute love.
So he goes back to the car and he calls home. Then he comes back and he walks around the car and he says, “what’s in that box on the seat?” I said, “they’re mints, would you like one?” He said, “well the problem is you were driving too slow on the freeway, and you’ll have to drive off the freeway if you’re going to drive this slowly.” I said, “yes, absolutely.” I’m just looking at him with such love.
Now, if you put yourself in the role of a state trooper, how often do you suppose they are looked at with unconditional love? Especially when they’re in their uniform. So after he had finished all the deliberations, he didn’t want to leave. But he had run out of state trooper-ness. So he stood there a minute, and then he said, “great car you’ve got here!” That allowed me to get out. And we could kick and spit and hit the fenders and say, they don’t make `em now like they used to, and tell old car stories. Then we ran out of that. I could feel he still didn’t want to leave. I mean, why would you want to leave if you’re being unconditionally loved? Where are you going to go? You’ve already got what you wanted. What are you going to do? That takes care of your power needs, all of it.
So finally he runs out, he knows he’s got to come clean that he’s Krishna, so he says, “be gone with you,” which isn’t state trooper talk, but what the hell. As I get into the car and I start to drive away, he’s standing by his cruiser and I look in the mirror and he’s waving at me. Now you tell me, do you think that was a state trooper, or was that Krishna? I don’t know.
-Ram Dass
It was Krishna……
Love conquers all. No tickets were issued, no guns existed. Grace was manifested. Thank you for sharing this. I really hope he was a state trooper. That would be a very cool story.
Love pulled you over and asked for some love.
It was Krishna…or maybe it was you?
Perhaps he was expecting you to be hostile and he had no answer to your demeanor! He was after all just like you and me-made of the same stuff-we all get upset if folk are upset with us and he is probably used to folk being upset with him !
It was one blessed trooper, his inner light went on for sure.
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It sure just sounds like blissful blue Krishna met his blissful beautiful Radha! And danced together, kicking tires. That just lit up my face with a great big smile.
This just shattered my heart center wide open. Ram Ram Ram. Thank you. Much love.
thanks Ram Dass, you are Divine Sweetness itself brought down into delicious prasad form! You are better than BROWNIES…I LOVE YOU!!!
That is a beautiful story. Thank you.
This post gave me the message: treat everyone as Krishna, with love and love and love. And tonight when I go home, that’s how I’ll be to my girlfriend. Who for so long, was never loved, not even by herself. I love Krishna
taling the sacred to the mundane ..thankyou for demonstration of love
State Trooper, Krishna same person, yes?
Krishna came in the form of the State Trooper. Had RD come down more, he’d have seen only the Trooper, not Krishna, and it would have been Trooper driver business. Though even then I think RD would have sensed that was a Krishna moment.
Maharaji has done this many times, many times.
Love love love you! and my son, being somewhat the equivalent of a state trooper, driving around on two wheels for the county sheriff, handing out “love letters” I call them! How beautiful that I just read your post and I’ve had this name for the tickets he hands to people!
Krishna loving back.
Jai Shri Krishna! Jai Maharajji! Jai Ram Dass!
We can all have these cool experiences. Sometimes I just get in my car and allow myself to end up wherever to experience whatever. Those are the moments when I feel and see the divine in others. It’s a pretty wonderful intense way to spend a few hours. I never know who or what will happen because I’m just the conscious chess piece there to experience.
HA! Cool, I choose the $1008 per month, when does it show up in my mail box???!! The lord does provide!
Why not? Aren’t we all Krishna?
Sometimes I’m the driver and sometimes I’m Krishna. I guess I’ve even been the car.
All we need is love. Thank you Ram Dass. You gave him the love that he was waiting for. Now, he knows how it feels. Krishna was you!
The ‘give away’ was the sudden attention grabbing blue light. Krishna came to Ram Dass. Oneness was shared.
ah, hahahaah! love it, love you. you just made my day.
Yes, of course it was Krishna~! State Troopers do not say things like that~!!! And if they did they would be partaking in the sphere of mantra, the nectar of the essence of the divine space surrounding Baba Ram Dass. HOW COOL is this~!!! Yes, VERY COOL…~!!! 🙂 <3
Absolutely Krishna as a State Trooper. Lovely.
Most inspiring story I’ve heard in a long time. Ram Das has helped me be less hateful of law enforcement, even though they can be intimidating.
If I were to have lived in the 70s, and experienced love in the way that love presented itself to us then. But then without reference to the “now”, would I know it?
Beautiful story and message my friend.
I have heard Ram Dass tell this story many times, and I never tire of it.