As a fellow traveler on the path, I invite you to share in my stories and adventures for your inspiration.
There are certain times in our life when we experience divine intervention. That painting of Michelangelo of God and Adam touching fingers comes to life. We feel suddenly that things are much bigger than we thought…
Years ago when I was a graduate student in Santa Barbara I decided to take a drive to meet my Guru in San Jose. Mind you, the night before I’d vowed not to go. Gone were the days were I could sit quietly with my teacher. He’d suddenly become popular and I found myself consigned to the back row longing for the “old days.”
But the following morning, I resolved instead to make the trip up the coast. It was a beautiful day and I thought I’d go via Big Sur and partake in that particular splendor, which I did. After enjoying a sweet picnic overlooking the grand Pacific ocean, I swung my car onto the freeway heading north toward Silicon Valley—just as evening traffic hit.
“You’re destined to receive this reading when you are 20 years, nine months and three days old,” Chakrapani Ullal— Los Angeles’ most reputable Jyotishi (Vedic Astrologer)—began his discussion of my life’s fate.
Having provided him with only my name, birth date, time and location, he described my psychology more accurately than anyone prior—better than any shrink or counselor.
He knew about my relationship with my parents. He described the kind of work I’d be most happy doing. And he discussed my future as confidently as if he were unpeeling a fruit and handing it to me to eat.
Listening to a stranger narrate my life’s story with so much intimate knowledge made me feel awkwardly exposed. Yet I wasn’t ashamed or embarrassed. Instead, I felt authenticated. It was an entirely new feeling for me.
Someone, finally, spoke out who I am.
Then he hit on my life’s most pivotal...