Pilgrim's progress

It all started when my sister prayed for a miracle. Spiritual masters might tell you that miracles are not deeply edifying, but she desperately wanted one. Although she’s my spiritual fellow-traveler, I didn’t join forces with her in this respect. I have come to believe that spiritual experiences are going to elude me until I learn to control my anger, fear, boredom, physical slothfulness, and mental cha cha cha.

Anyways, my sis continued to pray to Babaji (the deathless Himalayan master f...