An Authentic Life 1.1 for pdf - Universalist Radha-Krishnaism

lovely things that made their way to my shack, like a
multicolored grass room size rug.
First we repaired the structure. Then Jiva and I
dragged corrugated sheet metal roofing from another
old shack and put it on. Inside, we covered the metal
with beautiful white brocade drapes. A little white
paint, a low Japanese style table, an oil lamp, and I
had a home complete with front porch. It was the
hermitage I always wanted.
I studied tai chi there with my friend Sebastian
James, a dashing Londoner who looked like he just
stepped out of the Renaissance Fair. He really did and
knew the belly dance groups who performed there. I
admired him and his roguish charm with women. He
was a silversmith by trade. I also studied kendo at a
local dojo and practiced with a bamboo sword.
One night on acid, I went around the property
with my sword and dared anyone to challenge me being
there. I felt not myself as I am in this life, but
rather like a previous life in which I was a samurai.
Next, I experienced another life as a Japanese princess,
and then another as a queen in Lemuria. It was
as if I was in the bodies of those persons successively
or rather that they temporarily awakened in this
body.
Another time while tripping in the shack in the
middle of the night, I lay on the floor deep in prayers
of separation from Radha-Krishna. I heard knocking
on the wall. I couldn’t imagine who it was in the
middle of the night in the forest. Was it Krishna?
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