“You will have to
meet me in person, how will you handle that?”
I answered aloud in response to the thought that had
come through, “I’ll be fine, just a little shy, but I’ll
survive.”

December 20th, sitting in a minivan with Reno as the
captain, I was L.A.-bound. There were seven students in
the van. I sat next to a woman who had been studying with
Rama for a few years while she juggled her life at home as
wife and mother. She didn’t see a conflict between her
home life and her studentship with Rama. She had
apparently established a balance between the world of life,
and the world of light.