I was living near Harvard U
when I sped a handout
about a meditation group
run by a famous guru
it was at Harvard U
but open to the public
7 pm on a Thursday
met a tall blonde-haired
guy named Woody there
who ran the group
seemed like a kindred soul
I said, “Where’s the guru?”
he said, “in Europe, but
you will feel his presence
when the meditation starts”
I wondered if he was just
saying something akin to
he’ll be here in spirit but
you won’t feel a darshan
they had a photo of the
guru on a table between
two burning candles
at 7 pm kaboom! the room
lit up with phenomenal
pease and incredible bliss
I got more blitzed than
I’d ever been before
from any spiritual method
I’d ever tried
Woody told me followers
of the guru would feel his
spiritual energy blasting
into them every night
and waking them up
I went back to that group
a few more times
one time after the
guru’s energy blasts
I was driving home
and was so spiritually
high that when the
muffler fell off my car
it didn’t matter
my consciousness was
so stratospherically high
that what would have
bothered me no end
didn’t matter one bit
I was beyond most
earthly cares
one night I meditated
on the guru’s photo
saw him in a dream
he touched me on
the top of my head
I think as an invitation
to become a follower
I never became one
he demanded celibacy
and I was too much a
romantic to forego that
surprisingly, shockingly
years later that uber
powerful guru got caught
up in sexual scandals
like many gurus who
came to america
most were impressive
but predatory with
young women
after reading about
so many of those
charismatic gurus
preying on so many women
I left eastern spiritual
practices and never
returned
bob boyd
