{"id":25359,"date":"2017-07-13T12:54:39","date_gmt":"2017-07-13T09:54:39","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.lifeadvancer.com\/?p=25359"},"modified":"2020-08-31T13:17:04","modified_gmt":"2020-08-31T13:17:04","slug":"spiritual-teacher","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.lifeadvancer.com\/spiritual-teacher\/","title":{"rendered":"My Search for the Truth and the Need for a Spiritual Teacher"},"content":{"rendered":"
I was searching for the truth and the real meaning of life for so long and it took me to many strange places. I just want to recount some of it.<\/p>\n
I met my first spiritual teacher in my early twenties in Hollywood on the Sunset Strip. He owned a vegetarian restaurant. He had named himself Yahowah, it is another name for God, but his given name was Jim something.<\/p>\n
My boyfriend and I used to frequent his establishment because we were vegetarians and there weren’t many places to eat. Yaw, which I will call him, had a lot of charisma and was very dramatic. He would enter the room with the aim of getting your attention.<\/p>\n
Yaw had electric long white hair and a long white beard. He wore long white robes and was obviously presenting himself as a holy man.<\/p>\n
One night while we were dining he came to our table and sat down. I had a terrible case of poison oak which I could not shake.\u00a0He said to go to the ocean and scrub the patch of poison oak with sand until it bled and then wash with salt water<\/a>.<\/p>\n I tried it and it worked!\u00a0 I was so impressed I decided he was the savior and I would follow him. I guess I wore the pants in our relationship because my boyfriend decided to follow him also. We got rid of all of our colored clothes (dumb idea<\/em>) because he would only allow his students to wear white.<\/p>\n Then, we had to rise at 4 am<\/a> and go to a small room where he had a bright light positioned behind him to illuminate his hair and beard.\u00a0 We sat in front of him in full lotus and were not allowed to move a muscle for 2 hours while he beat on a drum. Most of his students were drugged out street people.<\/p>\n We weren’t allowed to use any intoxicants or eat meat which we were already doing, except for an occasional joint or two. I never did understand exactly what his philosophy was but I think he said he was a Sheik.<\/p>\n We were trying very hard to follow all of his adherents but one day through a curtain blowing in the wind I saw him with many young women students smoking a joint!\u00a0 We were out of there in a flash and never looked back.<\/p>\n Although, we did see him one more time at his restaurant. He came to our table and sat down and said: “you are in the jaws of a tiger and I will get you in this life or the next<\/em>“. I heard later he was hang gliding and landed in a dumpster, dead.<\/p>\n The second coming, so to speak, of the “gurus”, was called some Yogi. He was very popular at the time. I guess it was the thing to do at the time. \u00a0I bought in by paying $60 for a “mantra<\/em>“.<\/p>\nMy second spiritual teacher<\/h4>\n