A Powerful Spiritual Master

I must have been in my late twenties or early thirties
strolling in Harvard Square in Massachusetts.
I saw a flyer for a group meditation open to the public
at Harvard U. at 7 pm on a Thursday night.

A fervent seeker with years of meditation experience
and spiritual experiences, well read on various
eastern and western spiritual paths, I had to attend
that group meditation. I had to see what it was all about.

I met a tall blond-haired guy there named Woody, a kindred soul. I said, “Where is the guru?” He said, “He’s in Europe, but at 7 pm he will meditate on us and you will feel his powerful presence.”

I looked at the guru’s photo between two flickering candles. His mystical eyes suggested he was in an enlightened state of consciousness.

But, I wondered if anything would happen at 7 pm, or if it was all just a bogus power of suggestion and nothing more.

The guru was punctual. At 7 pm KABOOM! the room got blasted with phenomenal, powerful beyond belief, spiritual energy. I was blitzed out and blown away from the cosmic energy lighting up the room.

I’d felt this kind of a guru’s spiritual energy before. In Hinduism it’s called the guru’s darshan, but this was something more. This was like something utterly miraculous.

His followers at the group meditation told me their guru meditated on them at night and they’d awake feeling his spiritual energy blasting into them.

The purpose of the powerful spiritual energy infusions was to aid them in their quest to attain sat chit ananda, eternal bliss consciousness, courtesy of the guru’s uber potent spiritual energy transmissions.

I attended those group meditations a few more times, the results the same, my consciousness elevated into the stratosphere.

I brought friends there who had never meditated. They got blissed out too.

I meditated on the guru’s photo once and saw him in a dream where he tapped me on the head, as if he were anointing me to become a student of his.

I never became a follower of this guru, which may surprise you given the phenomenal, transcendent experiences I had at those group meditations.

His path required celibacy and as a romantic, I felt that deprivation was entirely unnecessary and possibly harmful.

Ironically, years later, that guru became enmeshed in sexual scandals, diddling female followers, disgracing himself, as many of those gurus from the east did so wantonly and surprisingly.

I remember reading in their Vedas something like this: “Sin will avoid an enlightened being, like deer avoid a burning mountain top.”

Based on the actions of many allegedly enlightened gurus, this just wasn’t true or many of them, though powerful, were either unenlightened or tragically flawed despite their higher states of consciousness. Some of them acted like full-blown lunatics. Think cults.

After reading and hearing about so many of these gurus falling like disembodied flies from grace, I eventually left the east and came to believe a single act of compassion is more important than most of the spiritual experiences on the planet, as I still believe decades later and to this very day, this very moment.

Bob Boyd

An American Dissident and Thailand’s Article 112, Lese-majeste

A troublemaker, he hated America, and
in his turbulent college days started
protested against its policies in the streets
despite living a privileged free world life
and spoiled by his wealthy parents.

Fed up, done with, capitalistic America,
he left the county when a politician
he hated got voted president.

Disgusted, he renounced America.
As a dissident, moved to Thailand
for what he felt was a paradise with
exciting bars full of hot, exotic women
and nothing to get outraged about.

After living there a year, in a crowded bar
he got recklessly drunk and said to some
Thais that he thought the king of Thailand
was a pompous jackass who just sucked
on the tit of taxpayer money.

The next day he got arrested for
Article 112, Lese-majeste, and now
he sits in a Thai prison for twenty
years for foolishly insulting their king.

Bob Boyd

Highway 666

She said what crawled up his butt and died
But what crawled up his butt was still alive
when he learned she had committed a faux pas suicide
by cheating on him with one Mr. Dobson
who used to live in the apartment next to theirs
until he unexpectedly moved to the Glenview cemetery
where she was soon to take up residence
after the police found her corpse with fifty stab wounds
and didn’t find her person of interest psycho husband
until he turned up dead with a bullet through his head,
a self inflicted Smith&Wesson suicide on highway 666.

Bob Boyd

The Reincarnation Refinement of Souls

Imagine if reincarnation is real
Imagine if we come back to each life
like an actor playing different roles
a good person one life
a bad person the next
in another incarnation
a composite of the two
the different roles
each repeating life
to sort of balance and ready us
to be refined enough
to eventually achieve
to finally attain
a perfect eternal liberation
from this refinement of souls
this repeating life

Bob Boyd

A Microcosm of Humanity in a Fish Tank

Watching the Rasbora fish
in my ten gallon aquarium,
I’m seeing a microcosm of humanity:

Some of the Rasboras get along
and seem like friends.

Some dislike each other
and have occasional spats.

Some of them hate each other
and get into territorial wars.

Some of them seem to fall in love.
and mate and have fish kids.

Most of them just want to get along
and go swimmingly about their daily business.

Bob Boyd

It’s Christ or the Highway to Hell

When I was a teenager, a Christian teenager
befriended me.

But his friendship was counterfeit.
He just wanted to convert me to his particular
brand of Christianity.

He said if you don’t go with Jesus,
you go to hell.

I wasn’t a deep thinker as a teenager.
I was superficial, rebellious and trouble.

But I must have had some good sense
and maybe a budding intellect.

I said to him, “What if natives on an island,
never saw a missionary or heard of Christ,
do they go to hell out of ignorance?”

Though I’m a Believer of sorts, minus
the dogma and a disbelief in hell,
and a contemplative rather than a
follower of rules I don’t agree with.

And I still don’t believe a loving God would
ever eternally damn anyone.
And I don’t believe the Lord of the Universe
is so limited that there’s only one way,
as many claim there is without even
a scintilla of concrete proof.

I believe as the Sufis believe: “There are
as many paths to God as humans have souls.”
That seems logical to me.

Bob Boyd

The Veterinarian Who Hired a Hitman to Kill Her Ex-husband

She was a veterinarian beloved by her clients,
taking care of their pets and animals needs,
a good citizen never involved in anything shady

She meets an unscrupulous, egotistical doctor,
a shyster who thinks he’s a Don Juan incarnate.
At first she sees through his obvious game
and blatant character defects … but,
for reasons oblivious to me,
she ignores her initial assessment
and falls in love with him.

Her involvement with him becomes the worst
mistake of her seemingly unblemished life.

He has an ex-girlfriend who’s taking him to court
for stalking and harassing her repeatedly.
She has an ex-husband who is taking her to court
for custody of their two children.

Somewhere in the mix of these two impending
court cases, Doctor Evil talks the veterinarian into
hiring a hitman to solve these two problems.

Get this. She freakin’ agrees to it.
Can you imagine?
What the hell was she thinking?
How could that evil SOB talk her into becoming
hellishly evil when she had always been
a good and caring citizen taking care of
and healing pets and animals?

They meet with the hitman, who as often is
the case, is an undercover cop.
They get arrested and get bailed.

Probably ashamed and wondering how
did she let herself get dragged down by that
evil SOB, she takes an elevator to the
top of a tall building and jumps off to her death.

I think to myself, if only she had stayed on
course with her initial assessment when the
red flags were flying all around her.
But sometimes love is stronger than
reason and many are those who make dire
or, at the least, foolish mistakes because of it.
This I know from experience.

Bob Boyd

Lovers in Murder and Being Worth More Dead Than Alive

I’ve seen it many times in true crime shows,
a man and a woman in love who plot to murder
the woman’s husband and go through with it,
and their bond is so unbreakable that they
are willing to kill and risk their freedom for it
until they get caught and the heat is on,
and they testify against each other with the
hope of getting lighter sentences.

Or, if miraculously lucky, one of them
succeeding at faking being an innocent
victim in the murder instead of a
co-conspirator and turning his or
her back on their homicidal act of
twisted and evil love with the
hope of avoiding a life sentence.

Usually these homicides are engineered
by the wife, who tells her paramour that
her husband his been physically abusive
to her or sexually abused their kids.
The duped male dumbed down by love
falls for the ploy and kills an innocent man
and gets jilted in court and goes to jail
for a murder and a counterfeit love.

I don’t know about you, but if I were with
a woman who suggested I kill her husband
for her despite whatever bait she dangled
in front of me, I’d bid that wicked woman
goodbye and be forever off the hook.

And were I a guy foolish enough to consider it,
I’d be thinking if she could have him killed,
I could be next, and I’d make damn sure
I didn’t have an insurance policy with
her as a beneficiary that would make me
worth far more ($$$$$$) dead than alive.

Bob Boyd

Lord of the Mice

My friend Ben who I grew up
with in a city just outside Boston
had twenty pet mice
that he loved like some people
love their cats and dogs.

He jokingly call himself
Lord of the Mice
and I guess he kinda
was the Lord of his pet mice.

When he learned mice were
being experimented on in
a nearby lab
he seriously became
outraged.

He complained about the lab
all the time and called it the
Mouse Horror House.

He said it had pissed him
off so much he was
going to do something
about it.

I thought he was just
speaking out of anger
and wouldn’t do
anything about the
lab.

I mean what could he
really do?

But one night he
left his mice at
my door with a note
about finding them
a good home

before he broke into the lab
and freed all the mice
in the lab and blew it up.

He vanished after that
not wanting to go to jail,
and the cops never found
him and I never heard
from him or anything
about him

until I read in the news
about a lab being
blown up in Arkansas
and all the mice in it
set free.

I supposed in his mind
the Lord of the Mice
was still doing
the Lord’s work.

Bob Boyd

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