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On March 14, 2004, at the age
of thirty-five, in an initiation ceremony in Melbourne, Australia,
I took a vow of eternal devotion to the Eternal Person—the
human, all-pervading, and transcendental Divine Heart-Master, Adi
Da Samraj. I became a formally practicing devotee in the Way of
Adidam.
On April 24, my father was diagnosed with a brain tumor.
On June 24, at the age of sixty-five, he died.
I didn’t make a request
for Adi Da’s Blessing when my father was initially diagnosed
with cancer because I wanted to wait until the exact extent and
seriousness of the disease was understood—and because neither
my family nor I assumed the disease would be anything but treatable.
So my father and my family received Adi Da’s Blessing when
my father was being moved into a hospice, three weeks before he
died. And it was during this time that my Master’s Divine
Influence—on my father and those around him—was most
evident.
I vividly remember the evening
in late April, right before my father was diagnosed with cancer. I
had been with him at my sister’s house. As I was dropping him
off at the station for his train, I felt a painful love for him—and
an acute sadness. He looked so old and frail, so afflicted by the
mortal condition. In my diary that night, I wrote a prayer to Adi
Da for my family and for all of humankind—that they find recourse
to Real God in the midst of this difficult life. I wrote:
>By Your Teaching and Your Grace, I see the mortal organism for
what it is, when it is devoid of communion with the deathless Real
God. What an empty, horrific fate! I feel this mortality tangibly
and nakedly, almost like a sore on the flesh—a dark, sad,
heavy, bewildering wound. I almost can’t bear to look at it.
The next day my father suffered
symptoms that seemed like those of a mild stroke. He was writing
a letter to his eldest daughter, Nancy, and found he couldn't control
the pen properly. In a slightly confused state, he continued to
struggle to address the letter and take it to the post office, all
the while getting more frustrated and angry with himself. His main
symptoms were a mild disassociation from the entire right side of
the body, and a general sense of confusion and disorientation.
The next day, he informed me and my sister about the event and
we took him to a radiographer for a CAT scan. The technician there
said we should take him straight to the hospital for an immediate
evaluation. The doctor at the emergency room examined my father
and took an x-ray. He said my father hadn't suffered a stroke—but
his symptoms were being caused by a tumor in the left hemisphere
of his brain.
That night I engaged the Devotional
Prayer of Changes for my father’s health, and to be able to
serve my father as Adi Da’s devotee, to be a means for His
Blessings to flow to Dad.
In the middle of the night, I felt Adi Da’s all-pervading
Spiritual Presence and Energy working deeply in my brain, then moving
down the left side of my body, and entering my heart. Then His Force
moved over to the right side of my body. I felt that this movement
of Adi Da’s Spiritual Energy was somehow related to my father’s
condition, and that I had to surrender deeply to His Spiritual Presence
to allow Him to do His Work. The next night, I stayed with my father,
and again felt Adi Da’s Force, taking hold of my right hand
and moving powerfully through the right side of my body.
In early May, my father was admitted
to the local hospital, where he underwent numerous tests. Nothing
conclusive was found. The following week, he was admitted to the neurosurgery
ward of St. Vincent's Hospital, in Melbourne. That Wednesday, the
tumor was biopsied. On Friday, we received the results, which showed
that my father had a “Grade 4 Glioblastoma multiforme”—a
serious, aggressive, fast-growing, and often fatal tumor. It was diagnosed
as possibly treatable but most likely incurable. My father was given
a few months to live—possibly longer, if radiotherapy was successful—and
discharged a week later. Although the prognosis came as a shock, we
expected that with the help of radiotherapy he would recover, or at
least live a few more years.
My request for Adi Da's Blessings
was sent to Him at this time. I asked that whatever my father had
to go through, the process would be Spiritually auspicious: that
whether he lived or died, he have a positive destiny in Real God.
My father said that he did not want any unnecessary prolongation
of his life, so I wasn't requesting that kind of miracle.
And it soon became obvious that my father's condition was not
as hopeful as we had imagined. He continued to deteriorate, and
after suffering a fever and several falls, he was readmitted to
the hospital in a delirious state. By the end of May, we had come
to terms with the fact that radiotherapy was not going to help,
and that my father was going to die. In June, he was moved to Caritas
Christi Hospice, in Kew, near Melbourne. I spent the next three
weeks living and sleeping in the same room with my father, along
with my younger sister Alice and my elder sister Nancy, who had
arrived from Scotland.
I was at the Adidam Center in
Melbourne when I got the email confirming that Avatar Adi Da had
received and responded to my request for His Blessings. I was overcome
with a deep sensation of love that filled my heart. He had sent
His Love and Blessings, and He had doused with water a photograph
of my father, a photograph of myself, and a group photograph of
my sister Alice, her son Javari, and my father and me. I wept at
this Gift, feeling my Divine Guru’s direct and personal Regard,
His Love and embrace. I was filled with Him. After writing a letter
of gratitude, and performing a puja on Adi Da’s Murti Form,
I went back to the hospice.
At this stage, my father was bedridden and couldn’t even
feed himself without help. As the tumor grew, his sense of orientation
and coordination were becoming more and more impaired. His speech
had become a mere whisper, and he was not able to say more than
a few words at a time.
On this day, a friend had brought in a Buddhist nun to visit Dad,
and she was waiting in the hall outside my father’s room when
I arrived. I sat down with Dad and told him that Adi Da had sent
His Love and Blessings. I was sitting with my hand on his chest,
and, as I said this, a flow of energy moved down from my heart into
his. There was a sudden feeling of light and love around us, an
ecstatic energy. I knew this was a sign of Adi Da’s “Bright”
Transmission of His Spiritual Presence. My dad and I sat there,
bathed in this happiness, my dad smiling from ear to ear. After
a while, he managed to whisper, “I can feel it.” I knew
exactly what he meant. After this, I left and the nun came in. As
she entered the room, she looked at my father and said, “You
don’t need me. You’re already in ecstasy!”
My father was something of a
seeker in the “New Age” sense. He spent his life studying
the work of various teachers and Spiritual Masters, including Gurdjieff,
Meher Baba, and Ramana Maharshi. But despite his eclectic interests,
he remained committed to a do-it-yourself approach to Spiritual
life, and I was brought up accordingly. By becoming a devotee of
Adi Da, I felt I was breaking faith with my father and the do-it-yourself
“way” he had shown me. I had broken an unspoken rule,
violating my fidelity to my father's authority: I had accepted someone
else as my “authority”, as being more Spiritually knowledgeable.
And although my mind said it was nonsense, on some emotional level
I felt a strange and guilty logic: I had become a surrendered devotee
of a Guru who definitely was not a “do-it-yourself”
teacher, and a month later my father had been diagnosed with terminal
cancer!
But my own guilt, and my father’s personal decision not
to fully submit to the Guru-tradition, which I had come to regard
as the true source of Grace and Spiritual Help for humankind, and
any possible conflict between us about this matter—all these
were purified by an event I consider a direct result of Adi Da’s
Blessings, His Graceful Influence on our karmic patterns.
On his deathbed, my father decided to become the disciple of a
Guru.
He decided that Ramana Maharshi, a Spiritual Master from India
who lived and taught in the twentieth century, was his Guru. Avatar
Adi Da writes that Ramana Maharshi is “the historical (human)
Representative of the Great Tradition Whose Confession (and Process)
of Realization was (even in many of Its specific Yogic details)
most like (or most sympathetic with) My Own Most Ultimate Process
and Confession . . . ”* To me, this was a wonderful and blessed
development, and appropriate for my father, who throughout his life
had studied Ramana Maharshi’s books.
At this time, I also received acknowledgement from my dad that
he was pleased I had accepted Adi Da as my Spiritual Master—and
my dad’s acceptance of my relationship with my Guru was a
great blessing for me.
We placed a photograph of Ramana Maharshi in my father’s room
and read to him from Ramana Maharshi’s teaching. I also used
this opportunity to read to my father from Adi Da’s book,
Easy Death: Spiritual Wisdom on the Ultimate Transcending of Death
and Everything Else, which includes Adi Da’s detailed and
Compassionate Instructions on the death transition. And I played
for my father taped excerpts from a seminar on Adi Da’s Teaching
on death and dying, which had recently been held in Melbourne.
This period of time was full of
Spiritual Energy and Light. Everyone around Dad was affected and uplifted
by it. Sitting next to Dad often felt something like being in the
Communion Hall at the Adidam ashram in Melbourne, where we meditated
on and communed with Avatar Adi Da—the same Energy and “Brightness”,
the same deep silence and peacefulness. Some excerpts from my diary
describe this period: A day of great Grace today. Spent several
hours alone with Dad and the Spirit was very tangible then and throughout
the day.
Dad sleeping mostly today. Spent some time with us while he was
awake this evening. Very lovely time with him. He’s all smiles
and love. Very precious being with him like this. So full of profound
love and peace.
Sitting with Dad this evening was a deeply healing time for me.
Just resting for some time in the “peace that passeth all
understanding.” Simple, pure, tangible peace. So lovely to
be with him like this.
My sisters and I—spending so much time at the hospice—were
the people most affected by the energy around Dad. Nancy recalls
awakening in the night, and seeing so much light around Dad that
she thought it was dawn. Alice recalls waking to see a strange orange
cloud swirling above Dad, which suddenly spun back into his body
like a vortex. Some of the nurses also remarked on the “good
energy” they felt when they came into the room.
Until the last few days of his
life, Dad was in remarkably good spirits for someone who was being
devoured by cancer—all laughs and smiles when he was awake.
The doctor remarked that Dad was suffering from a “happy tumor”,
and that people often reflect in death the disposition they had
shown in life. And although his mental functions were slowly being
eclipsed by the brain tumor, he would still make hilarious or penetrating
comments, often showing seemingly psychic awareness of what was
going on around him. What so easily could have been a disturbed
and difficult death became a demonstration of profound acceptance
and human love.
Avatar Adi Da writes in “The Heart of Understanding”,
the prologue to His Spiritual Autobiography, The Knee Of Listening:
“Death is utterly acceptable to consciousness and life.”
This was certainly true of my father’s death process. Death
was acceptable—and it was acceptable because there was also
the tangible Influence of (as Adi Da writes) “That Power and
Untouchable Gracefulness”, which all could feel Present in
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