An Authentic Life 1.1 for pdf - Universalist Radha-Krishnaism

dents and arranged to speak in a couple of classes.
Students put us up in the dorms, and we spent several
days there.
When we woke one morning, Vishnujana Maharaj
was gone. Brahmananda, Gargamuni, and I
went to Antioch College, in Yellow Springs, Ohio,
where we found him chanting on the lawn with a
group of students. He used to have a rock and roll
band which practiced in the basement of the Haight
Ashbury commune he, Krishna Devi, and I shared
when Prabhupad first came there in 1967. Vishnujana
was a an excellent guitarist and vocalist who used to
jam with the Jefferson Airplane before becoming a
devotee. He had a magnetic charm.
We traveled together again and fortunately got
a ride all the way to Gainesville, Florida, thus avoiding
hitchhiking through the South, which presented a
threat considering how we looked. We arrived late at
night and stayed at a fraternity house. The next day,
we went to Cocoa Beach.
We continued on to Tampa, but got stranded in
Plant City. We tried hitching on the freeway, but the
state trooper told us we had to hitch on the ramp.
Standing on the ramp, we could see the city cops
cruising by frequently. We were hungry, and went to a
church to look for help. We found no one in the
church, and when we came out the cops were there.
We were loaded into a cop car with our staffs and
bedrolls and taken to the station for questioning. We
were afraid the cops might beat us up, but we were
driven to the edge of town and told to keep going. It
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