James McMurtry – “Carlisle’s Haul” – Live at Lagunitas
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zT-jqKzKq14

The Dylan of America’s South. Maybe or not.

With Hyder Shah I have been sitting in the rubble of the streets in Dhaka, meditating about 5 merers near him. ‘Nothingness’ was almost pure. After about 30-40 minutes my teacher called me: “Klaus, enough, we have to go.”

He explained to me later, that if I sat longer I would become like Hyder Shah and I still had some worldly tasks to carry out: married man, high level job with lots of running here and there, financings and else.

As I am the type of throwing myself lock-stock-and-barrel at the opportunity – ready to throw everything away, including my life and all the current dependencies at the time.

At another opportunity, I sat in a small room just off Darussalam Road in Dhaka, where Hyder Shah went, when the weather turned nasty. It is about 5 x 5 metres in size. Just through the door – and you’er in. Hyder Shah with eyes closed was slouching on the right hand wall. I sat about 3 metres away from him, meditating. Slowly he turned his head, opened his eyes and looked at me: I could see the universe, my system seemed to be fully clear. What a giant. But a small body if you look at the videos.

Again, my teacher called me away 30-40 minutes. This time because of the dangers of the city: the local extortion gangs take around 50-60 minutes to hatch a plan once they know of a worthwhile victim: I was the only foreigner there – and lots of people where coming and going….

Shah Ali Boghdadi R.A. at Mirpur Mazaar:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dIl_OqlogCA
(the video is from outside the grave)
Many times I went there for like thirty minutes, meditating and touching the railings around his grave. There was a continuous slow zikhr going on, I got carried into deep silence.
Sometimes I joined the prayer in the mosque afterwards. Just lovely. Intimate. Connected. Protected.

Sharaf Uddin Chisti R.A. at High Court Mazaar:
There is a gate about 100 metres from the actual Mosque and Mazaar. Once I entered the gate I felt intoxicated with a sweet feeling of love and unity. I forgot everything around me and walked straight to the grave, to sit there. Sometimes I joined prayers in the mosque.

I cannot describe what happened. In daily life very often I have a tension in my left shoulder stemming from twisted vertebrae in the spine. Whenever this gets too much, I ‘call’ Sharaf Uddin Chisthi R.A. – and it gets less.
There are no dangers at this mazaar besides me giving away all my rupees to the people asking….

Shah Amanat Khan of Chittagong:
http://dargahinfo.com/DargahNameSearch.aspx?DargahName=Shah%20Amanat
After a 5-6 hours car drive I went there and sat near the grave. I became more and more sleepy and sat – or lay – there for about an hour….

This was before my brain haemorraghe at the end of 2013:
For 2 years, most I could do was cycle around and sit in every coffee shop. My in-laws Nana and Nani took care of my daughter together with my wife. Greeeaaat people.
2016 we went to Thailand where I planned to meditate 2 hours a day in any temple.
This I managed, somehow.

When asked whether he could get me “all the way to enlightenment with Shaktipat”, my teacher said: “Yes. But it makes no sense – as you would fall down again. It is by your own effort and understanding that step by step….”

That is, I feel, where therapy etc. comes in: two wings to fly.

What remains with me as a kind of understanding is that we have to pass through so many energy shifts – even without thoughts and visions or intuitions. This, Ozen Rajneesh to my mind described quite detailed in his book ‘Mystic Rose’.

About the exoteric, political or secret meanings of the actions of Meher Baba I do not know. Whatever.

So, I just keep on keeping on.
Everything happens.
Shit or no shit.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lY25dPKJlX8

Are you on the bus yet? It has left yesterday, 7:22 p.m…
However, there will be more buses, soon.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZVlu3m31OSc

Funny sketch.