And The Heart Is Mine
A Graceful Life with Avatar Adi Da Samraj
Petrus Faller
Translated from German by Vidya Marina Bolz
For my daughter
When Reality kisses you
Don't shy away from Her.
Allow the eddies of Her Play
To draw circles within
And feel – you are the Heart.
CONTENTS
Prologue
The Search for God – Or The Fear To be Human
What’s your name, what’s your country?
Death and the two spoonfuls of earth
Naitauba – The Island of Bliss
The business world – scene one
The First Journey to the Mountain of Attention1
The business world – scene two
Death is far from the end of things
Second journey to the Mountain of Attention
The second journey to Naitauba
In 1994, on November 22, something happened in my life that went far beyond any kind of expectation that my life so far had presented me with.
Two weeks before this date I was walking the streets of Freiburg, a city in the South of Germany, just doing some errands. I had recently started training as a psychotherapist, finally finding some peace in my desperate and extreme search for the Truth and with the experiences of my early childhood. This constant sense of being driven, the compulsive urge to want the world to be different than it was, the desire to run away from the challenges of daily life - all of this seemed to have exhausted itself. Deeply sobered and deflated I was staring blankly at the Bertoldsbrunnen, the central fountain of the university city of Freiburg.
In one corner near the cobbled square that surrounded the fountain there was an electrical box that, as always, was covered with a myriad of event posters and announcements of all kinds, colors and sizes. On one of those posters I read the name Adi Da, introducing a talk about the teachings of wisdom of the Master. Topic: Death and Dying. A voice inside me said: ‘Petrus, don’t be intolerant, a spiritual Master, you are going to check this out.’ I read the name Adi Da again and again. Adi Da. Adi Da. His name just wouldn’t leave me during the remaining days leading up to the event.
The evening of 22nd November I found myself in a lecture hall of the old university. The room was filled with the thirty to forty people in the audience. At the very front was a large image of Adi Da. There was a smell of incense and flowers decorated