A few days ago I was pulling some notes together on what will become a seminar.  Having recently returned from a trip to Bali, a number of things were swirling around in my head that needed to be written down. 

As I clicked around to where I was going to save this file, a directory highlighted itself - as if I was going to save it there but I didn't pick the directory..  It was a Babaji directory near where I had intended to save this seminar idea..  This caught my attention because I don't know how the Babaji directory became highlighted.  Suddenly the very subtle presence of Babaji flashed through my mind.   This was 5 or 6 days ago.. 

This morning, the lyrics of an old song started running through my mind..  "Please tell me who I am…"  Clear as a bell, and then I remembered this was a Supertramp song (from the late '70's).  As it rang through my head, I pieced together another line of the song.. "..I know it sounds absurd, Please tell me who I am.."  I then did a Google search and identified the song and lyrics, etc..  

So as my morning progressed, it has become my wish to share a bit of what occurred and how this whole thing unfolded..  And it had a surprising ending. 

I have enclosed the lyrics if you want to follow along..

Logical  Lyrics by Supertramp (1979)

When I was young, it seemed that life was so wonderful, a miracle, oh it was beautiful, magical.

And all the birds in the trees, well they'd be singing so happily, joyfully, playfully watching me.

But then they send me away to teach me how to be sensible, logical, responsible, practical.

And they showed me a world where I could be so dependable, clinical, intellectual, cynical. 

There are times when all the world's asleep, the questions run too deep for such a simple man.

Won't you please, please tell me what we've learned

I know it sounds absurd but please tell me who I am. 

Now watch what you say or they'll be calling you a radical, liberal, fanatical, criminal.

Won't you sign up your name, we'd like to feel you're acceptable, respectable, presentable, a vegetable!

At night, when all the world's asleep, the questions run so deep for such a simple man.

Won't you please, please tell me what we've learned

I know it sounds absurd but please tell me who I am.

Babaji  lyrics by Supertramp  (1977)

All of my life I felt that you were listening
Watching for ways to help me stay in tune
Lord of my dreams
Although confusion keeps trying to deceive
Oh, what is it that makes me believe in you?

Babaji, oh won't you come to me
Won't you help me face the music
Bring it out so we can sing it out
Help us to find it before we lose it
At night when the stars are near
And there's no one to keep you from coming here
And there's no one to shield me before your eyes
Is it mine, is it mine, is it mine to know?

I can see, it's not too good to me
To be afloat in the sea of glory
Oh Babaji, oh how you comfort me
By showing me it's a different story
Your light in the dark is real
And I know that you know it is how I feel
When I see the reflection that's in your eyes
Is it mine, is it mine, is it mine to know?

Babaji, have you a song for me
To tell the world of its guardian angel
Bring it out so we can sing it out
Oh must you always remain a stranger?
At night when the stars are near
And I long for delusion to disappear
Then I see the reflection that's in your eyes
Is it time, Is it time, Is it time, Is it time
Is it time, Is it time, Is it time to know
oh, oh, oh

I said I'm calling you Babaji - Babaji
I said I'm calling you Babaji - Babaji
oh-oh, sing it Babaji - Babaji
Can you hear me Babaji – Babaji

Babaji is not presently in a physical form but apparently materializes to certain individuals. On the other hand, he seems to be every-where..  I personally know people who get text messages from Babaji and it is known that there is no physical person sending the text message.

For some, this might be a bit difficult to understand.. but there comes a point, when the unacceptable becomes more acceptable than the traditionally acceptable.  Somewhere I read* that a measure of consciousness is the acceptance of the unacceptable..

Namasté

J.Hamilton

*2150 A.D. by Thea Alexander

Photos of Babaji

Interview with Babaji

I decided to make a note about my cat's passing here.  Tarbaby was my cat for just a few days short of 15 years.  And, as I have always meditated, she has always meditated.  When I got out of the shower in the mornings, which is my normal time to meditate, she was always waiting on me.  Occasionally, I would get distracted from my perceived schedule and she would wait for 30-45 minutes and then go on about her day.  Or, I would pick an entirely different part of the day to meditate and she would usually show up and give me the slightest hello with her tail. 

She was always an inside cat and I was always an inside guy.  I worked from my home the entire time I had her..  She was at my feet every day as I wrote my book Visionaries Thrive In All Times and would show up at my desk when I talked to certain people or was involved in certain types of telephone conversations.  She was a very good friend and always there.  Always came by the bed when I first woke up and always came by before I went to sleep. 

I put her "to sleep" on May 26, 2008.  I had never been present to the death of a loved one and felt it was a very powerful experience.  When the doctor came back in and pronounced her "gone" via a stethoscope listening for a heartbeat, I kept my hand on her for quite some time..  Later I realized that though her death had been induced by an injection, the announcement was greatly exaggerated.  I believe she was in her body for quite some time after her heart stopped beating.  She was completely still and very slowly faded from physicality as the individual cells faded, like light bulbs slowly going out. 

She was a great friend.  She served me in every manner possible as I attempted to do the same for her.  I learned more about love from that cat..  Effortless and unconditional; she was always there for me.  I believe, in the momentary difficulty of my decision to put her "to sleep," I was there for her as I always have been.  This was just another part of my contribution to having access to a very special expression of Innate Intelligence expressing itself through an animal living in my home. 

It is my wish that we all learn to deeply love everything and everybody.  I have never felt the expression of loving like I did with this cat to the chagrin of a few friends who would have liked the same attention..  To my friends I apologize, to my cat, I say, "I miss you."

This is my dedication and memorial and remembrance to a true and very close friend.  I will have a flower around here for a while but on this page I wish to dedicate everything that is important to life and living and letting go and loving and nonresistance and acceptance..  Today was a fitting day to hear the lyric "Please tell me who I am" for which this is the actual end result of this interaction - a remembrance for my special feminine-energy cat buddy Tarbaby who now meshes with the Babaji energy and reminds me of the Divine Order of all things.  What a sweet cat! 

Wishing you love and the peace that passes all understanding..

Namasté

J.Hamilton

May 28, 2008

PS  Ultimately, the above was a very powerful experience and in later reflection, I realized what really happened.  I had complete love for Tarbaby.  She was a reflection of the very best part of me - a part of me that really nobody has ever seen, a part of me that I was able to unequivocally and unconditionally flow to her.  When Tarbaby left, she left an opening, a portal if you will, for Babaji to come into my experience in a very powerful way.  This lasted for about ten days to two weeks.  In other words, in the very powerful expression of love I had for my cat, when she suddenly left, there was a portal (of love) that Babaji was able to come in on..  As Sergeant Schultz would say, "very interesting.."

- Reminiscing, Aug 01, 2008

This is Tarbaby on her last day.  She sits beside me during our morning meditation. 

She was a Special Cat!  My astrologer friend called her an exalted soul..