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CHAPTER ONE My first connection with Babaji began during my fourth Rebirth session, two weeks after I first Rebirthed. The first three Rebirth sessions had been re-experiences of my physical birth, creating some resolution of some of the psychological aspects connected with it. But my fourth Rebirth session was a radically different affair completely. As my breath took me away from the mundane world of my own life experiences and my reactions to them, suddenly I was witness to a fascinating, marvelous vision: In front of me and yet itself part of myself, I saw an immense creature outlined against the black sky, covering it entirely, made on all its surfaces of glittering diamonds of light. There seemed to be no substance to this person. He was light, sound, and movement, not solid form. He danced beautifully, laughing with a thunderous roar of laughter that rolled across the heavens just as thunder used to rumble during the long summer nights when I was a little girl. What I find remarkable even now is that I was an observer looking at this image in front of me and hearing the laughter, yet I was also That. I was both the observer and the observed. I felt an intense, total identification with this creature in front of me. I, myself, was dancing and laughing, my body made out of stars. As the vision faded, I realized my Rebirthing session was complete. I felt good. I also felt loose and limber, as if I were still a young little girl able to put my legs behind my neck or do the splits. I jumped up and started to do some of the yoga asanas that I had read about and half-heartedly practiced more than thirty years previous. My movements were fluid and effortless. Suddenly it came to me who the individual was in my vision. My vision was just like an Asian statue that I kept on a bookcase in my sitting room off of my bedroom. I had bought it because it was beautiful. I didn’t know who or what it was supposed to represent. I left my Rebirther momentarily, rushed into the next room to get the statue, brought it back and asked, "Who is this? Do you know whom this represents? That’s the person I saw in my vision!" My Rebirther replied, "Oh, that’s Shiva." I didn’t know who that was. So my Rebirther explained that Shiva was the most powerful God of all three main gods in the Hindu pantheon. Brahma creates all of what is. Vishnu sustains it and takes care of it. But Shiva is more powerful than They are because He destroys all old form and from it creates the substance of new form. All right! I thought it was fascinating that I saw this image, dancing, made out of light, and that I felt so closely identified with it. But I tucked the thoughts about it away and hurriedly rushed to pack. That was the day I was going to drive up to Campbell Hot Springs for the first time. This is a 640-acre spread near Sierraville where Leonard Orr lived and Rebirth trainings took place each week of the year. The two other Rebirthers and I who drove together to Sierraville took our time, arriving at CHS at late afternoon the next day, to find a week-long training just finishing up. We hung around, talked with people as the sun set, then had dinner, and were shown to our sleeping spaces. As the evening progressed, I finally decided I wanted to see the hot springs themselves. I asked one of the people who had been staying at CHS how to find them, and she told me, "Just go down the road. In about a quarter mile you’ll see a fence with a sign on it that points to the path going through the woods to the springs." So off I set with my brand new flashlight and its brand new batteries. Before I even reached the road, the flashlight stopped working! I shook it and reversed its batteries but it wouldn’t even flicker. There was no moon, so light was very poor. It was extremely dark. I decided that if I truly trusted that the Universe exists to support me, if I truly believed that I’m safe in all circumstances, then I certainly ought to be able to walk down a reasonably level road for a quarter of a mile without having to have a flashlight on. And so, I set aside my fears over being out in the middle of the woods alone, especially my fear of stumbling over something that might loom up from the path itself, and, putting my undependable flashlight in my pocket, I walked very slowly (and fearfully) on down the road until I saw the fence. I located the sign as a rectangle against the dim light of the sky, but I couldn’t see what the sign said. So I pulled my flashlight out, hoping it might work. It did! It shone on the sign, and I instantly broke out in goose bumps. The sign was a picture of Lord Shiva in his dancing pose as Naharanja, the same pose I’d seen in my vision, the same as my sitting room statue! Even more amazing, the sign had a red arrow pointing to the right, with the announcement, "To the Shiva Tubs." I had not known that was the name given to those hot springs. The next morning, I learned that the Herakhan Baba many of the Rebirthers talked about is regarded by them as the incarnate form of the Lord Shiva, still dwelling in His cave at the base of the holy Mount Kailash. So, in a matter of only a few days, I became acquainted, through my vision while Rebirthing and then later at CHS, with this Hindu God, Shiva, regarded by His followers as the most powerful force in the Universe.
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