27 November 1973 I Was Free

Last night I dreamt that I was swimming across a deep river. When I reached the middle, I got caught in a whirlpool and was sucked down into the depths. I remember looking up and seeing the surface of the water getting farther and farther away as I sank hundreds of fathoms down. After a while, the thought occurred to me that I must be dead. But it didn't matter; there was no pain, only quiet peace. Eventually I began my slow ascent to the surface. I returned to where some people were gathered. The first thing that I realized was that I was different. I could see that they were still struggling along in the dream world of their own existence, but I had returned from the deep after living out my own death. I was free. I awoke with this knowledge, and found myself sitting in the cabin. The task of bowing a thousand miles now somehow seems like a very small affair.

Eric (Gwo Hwei) Weber [Editor's note:Gwo Hwei is Ven. Heng Lai, president of the Dharma Realm Buddhist Association]arrived in his van, just after we resumed bowing. He brought boots and a collapsible Chinese shopping cart that the Master has sent to Hung Yo. I bowed four miles, through the city of Bodega Bay, before the poison oak began to start itching again. By late afternoon, welts were rising up all over my body, and some of them were breaking open, spilling out clear, sticky pus. We stopped bowing and sat by the roadside. It began to rain.

Fortunately, Gwo Dun Schweig came by, and seeing my condition, insisted on taking us to his home in Inverness for a recuperation period. When we got there, I took a shower and applied ointment over most of my body. It looks like the problem will get worse before it gets better. We are now encamped in Gwo Dun's carport, and the most vicious looking storm that I have ever seen is now blowing in from the Pacific.