The minute you know that there is somebody who knows it all, you are free. Because all your secrets become absurd, because somebody knows everything about you and they say, âyeah, right. Look at all that horrible stuff and here we are.â Maharaji knows all about my dirty laundry. I remember once I went into an ashram where you rent a cave for 18 rupees a week and they lock you in and pass food in through a window. It was very hot in there so I was naked all the time. I came back to Maharaji and one of the first things he said to me was, out of a clear sky, âYou know, itâs good not to wear clothes.â I said âOh, yeah Maharaji? Thank you.â
I was in Bombay and I started to drink scotch and sodas. I was with the president of an ashram board of trustees. I was visiting his home and I was a yogi and he said, âThe doctors said that for my heart I have to take a little scotch every night,â And I said, âOh, I understand.â Because itâs not good to drink in India. Conscious beings donât drunk, because itâs not a very interesting drug actually.
So I went into his room expecting him to bring out a little medicine glass and pour some, but he brought out an ice bucket and two glasses and I remembered the days when I really loved scotch and soda. So he poured one and said, âWould you like some soda water?â I said, âNo, Iâll join you.â I figured, âTantra is for me!â So I got completely crocked and we staggered through dinner, his wife was feeding us, and I could barely find the table. This was on one drink. The next evening we started a little earlier and it was one of those things. After about three days I went back up north to Brindaban and that evening Maharaji called me out to his tucket and he started talking about this other yogi who was an American who was being taken care of by these very devoted women.
He said, âHeâs with women!â I said, âYes, I know Maharaji.â He said, âWhat does he call them?â I said, âHe calls them his mothers,â âOh, how old are they?â I said, âWell, one is twenty years old.â He was just taking me through this whole thing, he had done it a dozen times before. He said, âYou know what his mothers give him?â I said, âNo, what?â He said, âThey give him milk.â I said, âThatâs wonderful. Mothers, milk, thatâs just right on.â He said, âEvery night they give him milk.â I said, âOh, thatâs wonderful Maharaji.â Maharaji comes up to me really close and he says to me, âYou know what they put in the milk?â I say, âNo Maharaji, what do they put in the milk?â He says, âLiquor!â and I said, âNo!â And he comes closer and he says, âYes!â and shakes his finger at me.
So where am I going to hide? You think because he is not in a body it makes any difference?
Thereâs that constant feeling, if you canât hide itâs all out in the open and if itâs all out in the open, well, here we are. You have to be what you are because you canât make believe you are something else, because who are you going to fool? Itâs far out, there is just nowhere to lock the door. Thatâs quite freeing, it turns out.
~Ram Dass, 1977