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The Fast Path by Shiva

Ch 1 - The Dinner
Ch 2 - Mickey
Ch 3 - Elizabeth
Ch 4 - The Poster
Ch 5 - Self-Discovery Outing
Ch 6 - Shawn’s Boyfriend
Ch 7 - Taking The Step
Ch 8 - My First Student Meeting
Ch 9 - Don’t Trash
Ch 10 Meditation & the Wreck
Ch 11 In The Desert
Ch 12 After The Desert
Ch 13 The Ebell Theater
Ch 14 So, You Want To Be A Teacher?
Ch 15 The Visit
Ch 16 The Golden Oldies
Ch 17 The Correction
Ch 18 The Gift
Ch 19 Disneyland
Ch 20 The Letter
Ch 21 Starting Out
Ch 22 First Night As A Teacher
Ch 23 The Thank You Card
Ch 24 Priorities
Ch 25 Corrected Again
Ch 26 Returning Home
Ch 27 The Call
Ch 28 On The Road To New York
Ch 29 Christmas At Golden’s Bridge
Ch 30 Jumpy
Ch 31 The Initiation
Ch 32 Time To Leave
Ch 33 Keeping It Clean
Ch 34 Looking Back

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Chapter 3 - Elizabeth

"Tony, if you don't have any plans for lunch today, could I join you?"

I recognized the voice.  It was Elizabeth, the executive secretary from upstairs.

It was 1980, I was the Supervisor of Administrative Services at the United Church of Religious Science Headquarters in Los Angeles.  I was working my way through the U.C.R.S. School of Ministry and was only a couple of months from graduating.

I was taken aback by Elizabeth's request.  I really didn't know her that well, but something in her voice told me that this was a serious matter, not a social thing.

"You've picked a good time; I have no lunch plans," I said. "How about 11:45, if that's okay?"

She agreed.

The Headquarters lunchroom had a couple of picnic tables set up in the patio for an outdoor eating area.  I cleared the leaves off one of the small tables and chairs and I sat down and waited.  It was a sunny and cool winter day in Los Angeles.

Soon I saw her blond hair.  She was an attractive woman, slightly older than myself.  She always dressed impeccably and had a light air about her.  She was, by far, the best secretary in the building.

Today, however, she seemed a bit nervous as she worked her way across the lunchroom towards the patio.

"I really didn't know if I should confide in you, but you are going to be a minister soon and I have come to trust your judgment," she said as she sat down. 

I was flattered, and yet I knew that I had not finished the second year of counseling at school.  I hoped that I was up to the situation.

"I have met this spiritual teacher called Atmananda," she said.

Something rang familiar, but I didn't make the connection to my conversation with Mickey from two years before.

"I feel very excited about studying with him, but he is so powerful and I am concerned as to whether or not it is a good idea.  In the past I have lost myself in men and organizations.  I just need a second opinion concerning this matter," she explained.

I was highly skeptical of any "Gurus."  I was, however, somewhat curious and I asked her to tell me about him. 

As she talked, her face became very animated and her whole being seemed to light up as she described her experiences with her Teacher.  I could see that she was experiencing a true spiritual awakening.  Something within me stirred and I knew that this was "right" for her.

Finally the lunch hour was almost over and she looked at me, waiting for my advice.

"I don't agree with the whole concept of having a "Guru."  There are so many out there that take advantage of spiritual seekers.  I am a firm believer in self-reliance," I began. "However, I can see that in this case, it appears to be a wonderful experience for you.  I think you should continue studying with him.  Just question and test all of his recommendations and see if they apply to you."

 She smiled and said, "That's exactly what he said!"

She seemed at ease now and as we stood to leave, she looked at me and tilted her head.

"Would you like to attend one of our meetings?  There is an open meditation this weekend."

The possibility shook me up.  I had the feeling that if I did, I would not continue the course I had charted for my life.  After all, I was married, had children and was going to graduate soon and become a minister.  I was unwilling to change my direction.  I must admit that I was also a little afraid and, quite honestly, not yet ready to drop everything.  So I declined.

It seems that church politics and a failed marriage would have to conspire in order to set me up for finally meeting Atmananda.

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