his 23rd September 2015 is 33 years since that fateful day that I went up the graceful Chamundi Hill and never came down. That strapping young man who believed nothing but his own sense and thought himself to be smart enough to conquer the world if need be, when asked by someone what can you do, had the gall to say, ‘Give me enough time and money, I will build a ladder to the moon’. That young man was so dumbstruck on that afternoon which came like any other but never left. That dimension or the keys to that possibility that is neither light nor darkness, Divine nor Devil, Hell nor Heaven, an ecstasy that is nameless and all inclusive, that which is beyond all that one could think as beyond has kept me intoxicated and purposeful.
Many have walked along with me in this journey to share that which has no substance. Too much loving and too much sharing that is more than a life. On this day, to be involved in consecrating Adi Yogi at iii, USA, is too much grace. Fourteen hundred of you were there physically. I wish every one of you – just everyone was there.
I have always lived like it is my last breath. Holding on to my breath only to bring the Grace, knowledge, energy and Enlightenment of Adi Yogi to all.
You should definitely know this before you breathe your last. But if you shall strive to know before I breathe my last – that would be pleasure beyond words.