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Learning To Give
October 5th, 2012

I arrived at Ananda Village on January 3rd, 2009. I was looking for my spiritual home on earth and had not found it in any of the ashrams that I’d attempted to live in before this. Within 2 weeks I was certain that this was what I was looking for. I spent the rest of January trying to tie up the loose ends of my former life in southern California and for the most part I was successful. My mother was moving to Florida, my sister was moving to another community she felt drawn to, most of my friends had moved on to the college life and career focus, and then that just left my father.

He had just been released from a 3 year prison term for various victimless crimes I will not go into here and in order to be allowed to live somewhere other than a ‘halfway house’ full of ex-convicts, he had to live with an adult who had a clean record and would keep up a correspondence with his parole officer about his reintegration process.

Having just discovered my purpose in serving Yogananda’s work as expressed through Ananda, I was certainly not about to volunteer for this job. But every time the subject came up for me in meditation or conversation I could somehow feel that it was necessary for both of us. On a practical note, I also needed to save money in order to take the prerequisite membership programs at Ananda. And after all, hadn’t my father sacrificed much of his own time and energy in order to live with and support me for many years of my life? Now he was in need of my assistance and it would be selfish of me to ignore this.

I therefore left Ananda reluctantly and relocated in Orange County with my father. I felt like a child might when the most precious Christmas gift ever conceived of had been given to him and then someone came along and ruthlessly tore it from his grasp. My plan was to return to Ananda as soon as this disagreeable duty was done.

I had found a job in a fine dining restaurant as a waiter and began to save up for my return to Ananda. I would spend my mornings meditating and reading Master’s books and in the evenings I would balance martinis and bacon-wrapped scallops on a serving tray for boisterous groups of wild men and women.

When I would arrive home in the late evening, my father would most of the time be found sweating in a half-conscious daze in front of the television. It didn’t take me long to notice that he had a drug problem. Due to occasionally intense pain from a life lived with little discrimination; he had acquired a prescription for some heavy medication, which would send him bouncing off the walls daily. I would be trying to meditate and I’d hear him rummaging through boxes of old things, blasting crazy music, vacuuming at top speed through the hallway, and all the while conversing loudly with himself about Lord only knows what! To say the least, I was annoyed!

At the end of every meditation I would practice Yogananda’s healing prayer technique and focus on my father being free from his addiction. I would concentrate with greatest effort for I was truly in need!

But it only got worse.

Then one day when I was reading on the patio, my father came out and asked me for 200 dollars. I naturally asked him what it was for. He refused to tell me. And so the answer was definitely no. He said that if I didn’t give it to him then he would throw all my stuff on the street while I was at work and lock the doors. We really got into a heated argument that ended in me locking myself in my room and calling the police.

I told them the story and they came over. I heard my dad yell my name in distress as soon as they showed up. After they had him handcuffed, they came to my room where I was holding my Kriya initiation rose petals and trying to become calm. The officer looked cautiously at the container in my hand which held the petals. I think he thought it was some kind of weapon or drugs. I smiled the best that I could and said, “good luck charm”.

He had me come out into the room where my father was detained and have a discussion with them present. Something happened when I looked into his sad and frightened eyes.

I realized that I was trying to force him to change.

And not for his sake at all… but for my own comfort.

All the many prayers I had focused so intensely on were not for him…they were for me. I had been praying with the intention of changing my circumstances and not for the good of others.

And so it goes without saying that these prayers were not effective. They were contractive and not expansive. They were “distorted by the cross-current of ego” as my guru has put it.

This is when it dawned on me that it’s not what we receive that connects us with God’s unlimited power…it’s what we give.

I felt such compassion in my heart for my father in this moment that I assured the police if they released him we could work it out peacefully. And I thanked them when they did.

Our relationship was shaken this day and it took a couple of months for us to feel comfortable sharing a house and our lives together again.

But in this time I prayed in a different way. Not so much concentrating on what I felt he needed to change, but instead just sending him love from my heart while asking God to bless him with whatever was needed for him to take his next step towards happiness.

As you may guess, the results were much different.

The first change I began to notice was not in my father…but in myself. In my interactions with him I could see and sometimes even feel Divine Mother reaching out from my heart and through my behavior to him in a way that was very healing for us both.

Yoganandaji says that God works through instruments.

As soon as I sent my prayers with love, and not the ego based desire for a specific result, God had chosen to use me as His instrument for my father’s healing…as well as my own.

Did he quit using drugs?

No.

Did he stop behaving like a madman?

No.

But he did come to me some time after and said, “I want you to monitor my pain pills. I will give them to you and you only allow me to have one when I really need it.”

Well, this was an adventure in itself because I could see that sometimes he was really in need and others he was sort of faking it.

But it created an openness in our relationship about the drugs and the awareness of his addiction that enabled him in time to use it more responsibly without my intercession.

I returned to Ananda on September 12th of that same year and it has been my blessing to serve here since then.

Coincidentally it was this very week that my father was given freedom from parole.

Now, in retrospect I can certainly see that I was not taken away from Ananda just to do this service for my father. I too, had essential karma to work out before I was ready to live here.

When I returned to my spiritual home, it was with a newly matured approach to life and relationships that is much more harmonious with what is going on at Ananda than I had before this.

Isn’t it amazing how Divine Mother just knows what is best for us?

 

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14 Responses

  1. Dambara says:

    Thanks, Kalidas, very honest and touching post! Blessings to you, your dad, & Melody. Joy!

  2. Bhramacharini Brindey says:

    Dear Kalidas, thank you very much for your open and honest experience! I have also had great opportunities to be an instrument of blessing to a parent. In the end, it was a beginning to becoming my own spiritual parent and let God worry about his son, (my father)….These are breakthroughs that give us very strong foundations on the Spiritual Path! Master Bless you Kalidas, and thank you again!

  3. Daniel says:

    thank you for sharing! it will be of much help to me! love

  4. Jack Wallace says:

    I admire your persistence, Kalidas, and your openness in sharing your story.

  5. Lynn says:

    Haridas, thank you for sharing such a powerful and moving story. You are sharing the Light in a wonderful way by doing so.

    Blessings, Lynn

  6. nayaswamimaria says:

    I so appreciate your honesty, dedication to Truth, and devotion. It is a great joy to serve with you. I know many will be blessed by reading this article and I hope you will write more as you feel inspired. It is so sweet that you could help your Dad in this way and that he could help you. I’m sure he deeply admires and respects the direction you have chosen in life and is spiritually benefited by it.
    many blessings, maria

  7. Tawny Zahm says:

    Such a great article Tyler. I am so proud of you, your life, patience and just being able to be your friend. It was really awesome reading this!

    Tawny

  8. Mitchell Coleman says:

    Wow T ….. :) That was a beautiful story. I could feel what you must have been going through dude. I’m so happy for you and your Dad. That inspired me to get focused again on what is important man. I love you so much man and am so proud of you :) Hope to read some more of your writings soon brother. Take care :)

  9. Sanjan says:

    Very honest and powerful sharing. Inspiring!

  10. Cris Crisman says:

    Thanks for this K., powerful and inspiring, and also so nicely written.

  11. Hannah says:

    Beautiful piece Kalidas!
    <3

  12. Mom says:

    Wow! Well said, nicely written & totally inspiring! Isn’t hindsight a beautiful tool to reflect and grow from? And just think…God knew it would all happen before it even did! What a powerful reason to trust Him deeper everyday! I love you Ty. Keep writing!

  13. nirmala says:

    Thank you, Kalidas, for sharing this inspiring story. You’re a good writer! aum, n.

    • Rosy Nakarmi says:

      Dear Friend,

      Thank you for sharing your experience. Sometimes we really do praying for someone with selfish motive thinking that we are doing of their sake but actually something else is hidden beside that and we wonder why our praying remained unanswered. It’s all through trial and error method that God and Guruji let us realize what exactly the truth is.

      God Bless
      Take care
      Rosy