7 Ways Sluggish Economy Changed My Outlook On A Course In Miracles

  • April 25, 2023

Looking back now, my path to “A TRAINING COURSE in Miracles” probably all started in 1969 when I accepted Jesus my own Lord and Savior, under the influence of the Campus Crusade for Christ. However, after joining a Christian brotherhood of aspiring monks, where I was daily quizzed on what many Bible verses I had memorized and may recite verbatim, I was totally confused by it all. Their version of reality just didn’t sit well with me. I felt just like a parrot of Bible verses, that I didn’t even begin to understand, or the city crier that nobody wished to hear. Jesus would show me more, much more.

As divine synchronicity could have it, I ingested a hallucinogen that led to a near death go through the day after Christmas, 1970. When I was in the black void, with only the consciousness that “I Am”, George Harrison’s song My Sweet Lord began playing. That has been my voice singing to God, not George’s! Soon a brilliant white light began taken from the darkness, as my soul sang “I really desire to see you Lord”. Then somebody began to emerge out of your light. This Holy One oscillated between masculine and feminine.

Un Curso de Milagros - UCDM - David Hoffmeister

As I’d been praying to Jesus, I thought it might be him, but with out a beard. I began crying from the depths of my soul, as the Holy One communicated telepathically into my heart. I knew this Being to be only pure love. Then it had been over. I was shot back to my body, hearing the words to a new song telling me “it has been a long time coming, it’s going to be quite a long time gone.” How true that has been.

Per year later, I saw the cover of Autobiography of a Yogi. It had been Paramahansa Yogananda who had come to me! Next came meeting Baba Ram Dass, who confirmed that I wasn’t crazy and stated that Yogananda had appeared to many young spiritual seekers on drugs. He also autographed my copy of Be Here Now. My next decade was spent as an aspiring yogi and practicing Yogananda’s Self-Realization Fellowship lessons and exercises, chanting, meditating and receiving initiation into Kriya yoga. Yogananda’s path and linage of gurus brought the essential clarity for me to understand Jesus and Christianity better. Yogananda also showed me the essential truth behind the oneness of most religions.

And he brought me to Babaji, the Mahavatar who sent him to America back the 1920s. Since I heard the name Babaji, I knew I knew Him. He and Jesus interact, behind the scenes, in the cosmic scheme of things. And Babaji was to function as next step in my ongoing spiritual evolution. However, I did not know at this point he had supposedly manifested a body again and was residing in the small village of Haidakhan, in northern India. That could come later, along with the mystery and myth of the current manifestation.

After hearing Bhagavan Das sing, I bought a dotara and began chanting mantras to God daily. This simple, ancient two- stringed instrument is easy to play and lets one follow the drone sound into silence. At this time, I purchased my very own invest the woods and met a man who’d lived with Babaji. He conducted a Vedic fire ceremony that Babaji had taught him to initiate my new abode. I questioned and grilled him repeatedly, asking if this new Babaji was the same entity Yogananda had written about. Yes, one and exactly the same but peoples egos still question His true identity. Babaji’s new Kriya yoga was the road of truth, simplicity and love while performing karma yoga- work – and keeping one’s mind on God, through repetition of the ancient mantra Om Namaha Shivaya.

Babaji stated that this mantra alone was stronger than one thousand atomic bombs and His 1-800 number. I began at this stage seriously doing japa, or the repetition of the mantra on 108 rudraksha beads, to get this vibration into my sub consciousness. I also learned many ways to chant it on my dotara. With all of this going on, I purchased “A Course in Miracles” and began the daily lessons immediately. I tried to make sense of the Text but got nowhere; each sentence bogged me down and needed to be re-read over too many times to assimilate. I was just too young, I told myself. I was thirty-three. I’d deal with this Text later, someday, maybe.

Then after a year of being married, the house burns down- a real karmic fire ceremony. In the ashes, untouched by the fire, was an image of Babaji and His cymbals from Haidakhan. Discuss miracles! Next, was the unexpected news that we have a baby coming, after losing everything? My marriage began to dissolve quickly when i fell twenty feet off a roof, breaking my body in twelve places. Surviving death, I was put back to college for just two years to be retrained, while my ex-wife and son left for the Southwest. That is when all of my abandonment issues led to extreme drinking alone. After graduation, I left for India to see Babaji’s ashram, as He previously already left His physical body again, and to pray for help with my entire life in the most spiritual country on earth.

I attended the 1995 Kumbha Mela festival with ten million others and lo and behold, who should appear? It had been Babaji, asking me if I was having fun. un curso de milagros Yes, but I couldn’t talk with answer Him! Then He disappeared back to the crowd, leaving me impressed. Returning state side, I finished up following my ex- wife and son to the Southwest, where my next step was peyote meetings with the Native Americans for many years to come. Everything I’d read and studied in the Course was evident on the medicine inside that tipi. God Is.

I learned more in one night than I had in years of studying metaphysical books. But I didn’t practice all I’d learned and I let my depressed ego, alcohol and abandonment issues take me nearer to death’s very door. However, as fate, karma and prayers could have it, I ended up in prison for 2 2.5 years on an aggravated DUI, instead of dead, where I discovered the Courses’ Manual for Teachers inside our library. Soon, I had the entire book sent in free to prisoners and was reintroduced to Jesus again, with all the current time I needed to study every word of that lengthy text.

After twenty years, I have to be old enough to get it now! In time and with assistance from the Course, I was finally in a position to forgive myself for the bizarre life my ego had constructed. I did the daily lessons again, attempting to start to see the face of Christ within each inmate. That has been no easy one. But I left prison a changed, free sober man, far better for the experience sufficient reason for an initial draft book about any of it all under my belt. Today, I’ve eight years of sobriety under my belt and my book Still Singing, Somehow won the fall Pinnacle Book Achievement Award. This is usually a very condensed version of my story- an odyssey of 1 soul’s karma.