Ram Dass and the Turn
Here I was, a Harvard professor, exploring the edges of human consciousness, having published, having achieved, having all the things the culture told me would make me happy. And I was desperately, painfully unhappy. I had been to my analyst for fifteen years. I had taken every drug. I had every credential the West can issue. And none of it had touched what was underneath.
Then Maharaj-ji looked at me, and I felt the love of my mother, who had died, and he said things about my life he could not possibly have known, and I cried for two days. And what he said to me, finally, was: just love everyone and tell the truth.
That was the turn. Not because anything happened to me, but because I saw what had always been there.