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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 16 - The Golden Oldies

It was a foggy night on the Pomona Freeway as I headed toward Riverside.  Traffic was sparse due to the lateness of the hour.  It was almost 2 a.m. and I was still meditating.

Rama had ended the student meeting around 1:30 and I had to get up at 6 a.m. to work on the motor home assembly line.  I wasn't tired or worried about tomorrow; I was energized and sleep wasn't a concern. 

I drove in silence for a while and then decided to see if there was anything on the radio.  The radio in my car soon picked up a station playing "Golden Oldies."

As I listened to the songs that were popular during my high school and college years, I was fascinated by the fact that I no longer felt any emotions or strong associations with the past.  I sang "Unchained Melody" along with the Righteous Brothers and did not feel the person I used to date or any of the memories that always came forth when I used to sing or listen to that song.  "Surfer Girl" by the Beach Boys, one of the songs from my high school days, was just another fun song to sing along with.  I sat amazed as I realized that I had no emotionally-charged memories or associations with these songs from my distant past.  Song after song, I knew the tunes and words, but no emotional attachment!

I grinned and sang out loud as I barreled down that dark freeway.  I had been set free!  Free from the past and the emotional ties that held me back.  I felt liberated!   I didn't understand it, but I was happier than I had ever been.  I could not believe how fortunate I was to experience life in this extraordinary way.

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