satsang where I’m supposed to be! Just get me out of danger.”
Instinctively, I knew I should be at satsang with Muktananda instead of swimming in a lake. On some level, I was very aware that a soul morality play of sorts was unfolding here.
When I broke the surface of the lake again, a second motor boat had mysteriously appeared out of nowhere. I was positive the boat wasn’t there before because I could easily see the whole shoreline of the small lake. There were no corners or inlets to hide a vessel. No docks or structures existed anywhere on the shore. But there it was, another boat. From its bow a man was yelling at the top of his lungs at the two shooters to stop their firing. When the newly arrived boat sped toward the riflemen, they turned on the motor and took off down the lake.
Well, that was enough excitement for me for one afternoon! I swam to shore, put my clothes on, and took off as quickly as I could down the railroad tracks to the ashram. As I ran, I thanked the good Lord for the intervention. God had sent me a crystal clear message in responding so quickly to my plea for help. I’d promised to go back to satsang if I got out of this predicament. I was going to keep my end of the deal. So, that’s where I headed, posthaste! I was returning to satsang to open my connection to Spirit and my real self.
Scurrying down the railroad tracks leading to the ashram, I vaguely discerned a person way down the tracks in front of me. As I approached the figure, I saw it was another man with a rifle!
“Oh, my God!” I whispered to myself.
The man leveled his rifle and pointed it at me. I bolted off the tracks into the forest. I