I was in the Air Force attached to an army base in Zweibruecken, Germany in the late sixties
and pre-kundalini, I was a wild, always drinking to excess party guy there.
One of my drinking buddies told me about a religious tour to see the pope in Italy provided by the army base for recreation.
I said I’m not religious, again pre-kundalini, and had no interest in seeing the pope.
My buddy said, “I’m not talking about religion. We can party all the way there and all the way back and see Rome as well.”
I said, “Okay, sign me up.”
Then I learned we were going to have an audience with the pope, and, though not religious or spiritual back then, it seemed a big deal to me to have an intimate audience with him, and I was fascinated with the idea of our group of about 20 people in a room with the pope.
But when we got to Rome by train and drank all the way there, the audience consisted of standing outside the Vatican with hundreds of people as the pope addressed everyone from high up in a balcony.
A far cry from what I envisioned, lol.
Bob Boyd
On a related note:
A crowd of onlookers were watching the pope high up in the vatican talking to a man in a balcony. One of the onlookers turned to the other and said, “Who’s that?”
The other onlooker said, “I don’t know who the guy in the funny hat is, but the guy he’s talking to is Bob Boyd.