Endless Tales Of Neeb Karoli Baba: I Felt As If Maharajji Had Come Leaping Over The Wall
I was sitting for several months in Buddhist meditation in Bodh Gaya. About two-thirds of the way through the second month, this funny-looking little man started to appear in the upper-right-hand corner of my awareness. Every so often he'd smile. I wondered who he was and just watched him come and go.
Later I began to suspect that it was Maharajji, whom I'd heard about the year before. At the end of the retreat I opened a copy of The Hundred Thousand Songs of Milarepa and a picture of Maharajji fell out.
When we finally got to Vrindaban where he was supposed to be, we found the gates of the temple locked. Feeling very sad that I had come all this way only to find the gates locked, I went across the street and sat on the culvert.
All of a sudden I felt as if Maharajji had come leaping over the wall, for was completely surrounded and filled with the greatest love I had ever experienced. I burst into tears. People passing by saw this crazy, long-haired Westerner sobbing his guts out. They just looked at me and smiled and continued on.
I didn't know what was going on, but I had the clear sense of being home. There was absolutely no question that I was exactly where I wanted to be. A month before I couldn't have imagined such an experience, but here I was, so relieved, so happy. My heart seemed to have burst open.
Shortly afterward we were allowed into the temple. Maharajiji asked me all the usual questions, like who I was and where I was from and what I did. And then suddenly I found myself bowing, with my head at his feet-and feeling totally right about it.
And he was patting me on the head, saying something like, "Welcome, glad to see you made it. Welcome aboard." All I wanted to do was to hang onto his feet, and I didn't care at all that this wasn't in any way consistent with my self image.
(Excerpts from Miracles of Love)