Happiness is the Difference – Crazy Wisdom Magazine – 1985



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Crazy Wisdom – The Monthly Journal of the Johannine Daist
Communion (Adidam)

Vol. 4 No. 5. – May 1985

“Happiness is the Difference” by Daji
Advaita Bodha Deepika

Editors note: This a selected portion of the article,
the closing section. – Beezone

I now turn to the present
and to our own sacred and praiseworthy tradition. I do not
need to seek confirmation from the more established
traditions in order to acknowledge Master Da Free John and
His Teaching. The spiritual greatness of this man and His
Way have been “proved” to me Face to face, through countless
acts of love, humor, and brilliant Teaching, and cultivated
internally via the unceasing river of His spiritual
Benediction, a Conscious Light that widens and deepens
beyond the limits of the body-mind, revealing an uncharted
sea of Bliss known by the ancients as “the Ocean of
Immeasurable Happiness.”

Let me thus turn you to a day in the life of our
honorable, even if a little unusual, Sacred History.

What if?

After a morning of writing in His tiny office at
Tumomama, Master Da was persuaded by devotees, who thought
He would enjoy a little leisure, to take His lunch at the
seaside. The outing was attended by a devotee who had been
serving at the Sanctuary and was invited to join the Master.
This curious fellow is a much-loved friend of Master Da, and
I have often likened their wonderful relationship to that of
Ramakrishna’s love for Girish Ghosh, the skeptic, carouser,
and renowned Bengali actor. His eccentricities
notwithstanding, Master Da has a great fondness for His
friend, and, when they were together, welcomed his frank and
always endearing conversation.

While they were sitting on the beach, our friend began a
lengthy dialogue about many subjects of interest to him. He
began by asking, “My Lord, have You ever heard of ‘the
Fibonacci sequence’?” Master Da replied that He had not, but
if the questioner felt this was pertinent to spiritual life,
He would be willing to consider it. Hours of conversation
passed between the two men, sitting in the Hawaiian sun, one
full of questions about mathematics, spiritual
personalities, economics, historical cycles, psychism, and
the other-let me put it this way-simply Teaching.

The day was over, but their conversation seemed to have
only begun. Our friend had become so engrossed in his
conversation with Master Da that he insisted Master Da
accompany him to dinner so as not to lose the thread of
their dialogue.

My memory of this night is still clear. We were seated
around a white wicker table in the corner of a garden patio,
surrounded by beautiful large tropical plants, waiting to be
seated for dinner. The image of their two contrasting faces,
bonded in indissoluble union by speech, or really by some
unspeakable, invisible adhesive, impressed itself upon my
consciousness then, and the image is still with me
today.

Master Da and His devotee in their trance are
transfigured. It is there in the look on their faces. No
fear or doubt is registered in the expression of Master Da –
only the dignity and serenity of a Knower of Truth. His is
the language of the Heart, a language that very few have
understood. Now from His mouth the most loving words are
falling upon the soul of this devotee. His rugged face
softened, full of wonder.

“My Lord, You have been most gracious to me in answering
all of my questions. And if You would be so kind, I have but
one last nagging thought which I would put before You. It is
this: What if something terrible happened to the American
government, affecting the Constitution, and freedom of
religion was no longer permitted, so that we could not
openly practice our Spiritual Way of life? And what if
America suffered a revolution like in China where all of the
sacred books were destroyed, so that Your magnificent
literature was no longer available to people? And what if,
God forbid, devotees were separated from one another,
dispersed to different countries, and unable to practice in
community? What would become of You and the Teaching and the
community of devotees?”

His weighty “what if’s” stunned everyone, because these
were precisely the kinds of questions no one likes to think
about. But they were serious questions for him, questions
that had to be faced. Master Da replied:

“First of all, there is no reason for anything like that
to happen. Even if it did, don’t you know that what I am
Teaching can never die? The Way of Truth does not end.
History changes. Civilizations appear and disappear. People
and philosophies and religious movements come and go. But
the Great One cannot be removed or replaced. No one can ever
take that Realization away. The Adepts come again and again
in every era. It is this very Realization that is the
essence of renunciation. The true renunciate is someone who
has given up the ego, someone who has transcended himself or
herself and Realized the Radiant Consciousness That Stands
Prior to the mind, the body, and the world of Nature. The
realm of Nature is constantly beginning, changing, and
coming to an end, but the Truth and the Great Way transcend
the realm of changes. What we enjoy can never die. No one,
no experience, not time or space, not even death can destroy
this Supreme Realization. God is the Happiness for which all
beings are seeking.”

Only in the depths of the heart is a man at peace with
the world. By Master Da’s choice of words and the tone of
His voice and the sublimity of His gestures you know that
here is a man wholly occupied with drawing all into that
depth, of holding open the eyelids of the world to that
Vision of inexhaustible Light, until the truth of that Light
is no longer deniable. All the faces were aglow, transparent
to the Light Source in their midst. Not a single word was
uttered. All the hearts were calmed by the Holy
Presence.

 

“Sir, your table is
ready”

 

Just then our saucy hostess, who had been annoyed by our
seeming indifference at first but who had grown very
curious, informed us that our table was ready. “Oh, and by
the way,” she asked, “you’re not tourists, are you?”

“Nope, we’re not tourists.”

“Are you in the theatre?”

“Depends on what you mean by theatre, but no, we are not
part of what you probably mean by theatre.”

‘Well, I just wanted to say that you are different from
anyone I’ve waited on before.”

“Oh, really?”

“Yes, really. You’re different, and that’s
nice. And I hope you enjoy your meal.”

We were seated in a small private wing of the restaurant.
The Da Presence was Radiant. A distinguished waiter brought
us the menu. Our friend insisted that we try the wines. The
waiter brought the first bottle of wine and, displaying the
label, explained that this was an excellent year. He opened
the bottle and offered Master Da the first taste. But it
wasn’t quite right. Too sweet, the Master explained. An
alternative selection was recommended. It was better, but
not adequate. Finally a third choice was made. “Estate
bottled, with a marvelous aftertaste,” the waiter said
hopefully.

“What is your name, sir?” Master Da asked the
waiter.

“My name is George.”

“Are you all right, George?”

“Why of course, sir,” the waiter answered.

“Are you certain, George?”

“Yes.”

“No problems?” the Master asked.

“No, sir, none at all,” George said.

As George pondered these questions, Master Da
unexpectedly posed an entirely different query:

“Well, if you don’t mind, would you ask the busboy
to try his luck at bringing us the next wine?”

Disarmed for a moment, George hesitated and then looked
amusedly at Master Da, exclaiming, “The busboy?!”
Although at first taken aback by this unusual request, he
did find humor in the situation, and admitted he felt the
criticism of the wines was correct. The only complication
was that he would have to get permission from the management
to allow the busboy to serve us. Ordinarily this would not
be permitted, but he saw no harm in asking. Returning to our
table, he informed us that at first the manager had said no,
but that the hostess had intervened on our behalf,
explaining, “They are very good people. They are just a
little different, that’s all.”

So the young busboy, who had taken a break from college
and was working to earn some extra money, marched to our
table with an unsettled look on his face. “Could you assist
us in choosing an appropriate wine to go with our
meal?” Master Da said to him. “I’ll certainly try,
sir,” he replied.

In order to help the young man make the right choice,
Master Da gave him a fascinating discourse on the two most
famous cuisines, the French and the Chinese, explaining that
the Chinese was by far the greater because its gustatory
science had been developed upon the spiritual principles of
“yin” and “yang,” and with the intention or
satisfying more than taste alone.

George, who was now serving as our busboy, was staring at
the Master. When the Master finished explaining our choice
of cuisine, based on the principles of the Chinese Taoist
philosophy, George leaned over my shoulder and whispered,
“Brilliant.”

Next Master Da instructed our resurrected busboy, who was
now reeling like an expert in the esoteric culinary
sciences, to take the unacceptable wines and give them to
the employees in the kitchen with our blessings.

“Thank you, sir.” And off went our busboy, who had
just undergone an unexpected promotion to headwaiter of the
most exclusive room in the restaurant.

As our new waiter diligently went about his task of
serving the meal, our attention naturally turned to George,
who was trying his best to be enthusiastic about refilling
our water glasses. “George, are you sure everything is all
right with you?” Master Da asked, not at all mockingly.
He had been concerned about George since noticing him. A few
moments later George found himself considering the first
“fundamental question” (“Are you the One Who is living
you now?”), and next the Argument about
self-understanding.

Sure enough, Master Da had been right. This man was going
through a very difficult moment in his personal life. He
told me, “I can’t believe I am telling my customers my
problems, in the midst of serving them, or trying to serve
them, their meal.” But he quickly added his
appreciation, admitting that he was relieved to get his
problems off his chest. “The gentleman,” he said,
referring to Master Da, “gave me some good advice, and I
appreciate His kindness.”

No sooner had Master Da finished with George than our
young waiter returned with our meals. “Are you
religious?” the Master asked him.

“Well, I was brought up a Christian, if that’s what
you mean.”

“I mean do you practice religion?”

“No,” said the waiter, “but I do believe in
God.”

“Ah, you believe in God, you say. Well, have you ever
seen God or felt God?” Master Da asked.

“No,” the young man said ironically, “I can’t
say I have ever seen or felt God.” And he smiled as if
he had gotten the joke.

For twenty minutes Master Da talked very earnestly and
compassionately with the young man. He became totally
concentrated in their conversation. Everyone at the table,
including George, was fixed on their interaction. This was
not a joke. In just a few minutes he had become intensely
interested and available to the Master’s Wisdom.

Then the Master began to praise Jesus and to give the
young man instructions, describing the relationship between
God the Father (the heart on the right), Jesus (the crown or
the “sahasrar”), and the Holy Ghost (the Circle of
conductivity). He told the man how to breathe in the Circle
and feel from the heart.

By this time all of us were absorbed in Communion, some
with our eyes closed, and some just sitting with our eyes
bugged out and our bodies flowing with that ever-loving joy
we call “the Presence.”

The Master asked the young man if he understood Him. He
replied, “I think so.” The Master then told him it
would take time, but if he practiced daily, he would see and
feel God, and that would make him Happy.

In reflecting on this story, it occurs to me that Master
Da did what He always has done, which He cannot keep Himself
from doing—He was Teaching. This story can be seen as a
paradigm for His entire Teaching Work. He had quietly turned
the worldly environment of the restaurant into a setting for
Spiritual Transmission. The hostess lost a little face but
gained Darshan for her service. The waiter George underwent
a reality consideration for which he was very grateful. The
management consented to change their rules and showed a
sense of humor in allowing their most humble employee to
serve their most important guest. The young man was given
spiritual instructions that yogis seek for lifetimes to
hear. And the kitchen staff had received the “spirit”
in a form they were easily able to appreciate. Master Da had
conducted a “religious ceremony” affecting not only the
devotees present at the table but also the employees of the
restaurant.

George and the busboy were generously tipped for their
service. And as we were leaving the restaurant, the cashier
asked the hostess, “Do you know who that man is? He looks so
happy. And His friends are so happy. They’re different,
aren’t they!”

 

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