Autobiography of a Sadhu

A Journey into Mystic India
By (author) Rampuri
Autobiography of a Sadhu
A Journey into Mystic India
By (author) Rampuri

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Edition : First Paperback Edition

Pages : 256

Book Size : 6 x 9

ISBN-13 : 9781594773303

Imprint : Destiny Books

On Sale Date : February 22, 2010

Format : Paperback Book

Illustrations : Includes 16-page color insert

This autobiography is filled with true accounts of magic, miracles, ghosts, and austerities. Rampuri is the first foreigner to become a Naga Baba, an ancient and wild order of naked sadhus whom he calls the “Hell’s Angels of Indian Spirituality.”

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About Autobiography of a Sadhu

The first insider account of an ancient and secretive tradition

• By the first foreigner to become a member, and later an elder, of the Juna Akhara, the oldest and largest grouping of Naga Babas

• Filled with true accounts of magic, miracles, ghosts, and austerities

• With lessons on Hindu gods, ayurveda, and Indian culture woven throughout

After traveling at age 18 from his native California to India in 1969, Rampuri was drawn to the Naga Babas, an ancient and wild order of naked yogis whom he calls the “Hell’s Angels of Indian Spirituality.” Organized into a sect by Adi Shankara in the 5th century BC, the Naga Babas see themselves as the ultimate protectors of the Sanatan Dharma, or what we call the Hindu religion. Rampuri became a disciple of a Naga Baba--a master shaman sadhu--from Rajasthan and, as foretold by astrological prophecy, soon found himself the first foreigner to become an initiate of the Juna Akhara, the oldest and largest grouping of Naga Babas with more than 50,000 sadhu members.

From drinking the “Nectar of Immortality” at the source of the Ganges River to allegations of tantric murder, this autobiography is filled with true accounts of magic, miracles, ghosts, and austerities, with lessons on Hindu gods, ayurveda, mantra, and Indian culture woven throughout. Through his journey of extremes, Rampuri takes us into the mystic heart of India.
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Chapter 2

I DREAMED INDIA INTO EXISTENCE


My first three months in India went by very quickly.  As my visa was about to expire, I decided to go to Delhi where I would either find a way to extend it or travel to Nepal and obtain a new one there.  I met a young sadhu while waiting for the train in Nasik, north of Bombay.  We struck up a quick friendship and managed to communicate despite the fact that neither of us had command of the other’s language.  What we did have in common was our long hair.

Thumping himself on the chest, and shaking the dreadlocks that hung halfway down his back, he called himself a Naga Baba, a yogi.  Naga means “naked,” and indeed many Naga Babas have abandoned all clothing, but to these yogis their initiation into nakedness meant that they had given up everything of the Ordinary World, including its social behavior, rules, rituals, and books.  I saw them as the Hell’s Angels of babas.

The young baba, who wore only an ochre cloth around his waist, couldn’t have even been my age, which was nineteen at the time, as he was failing miserably in his attempt to grow a mustache out of peach fuzz.  He was going to see his guru in Ujjain, one of the most ancient and sacred cities in India.  “I am nothing,” he said, “but my guru is everything.”  So I decided to postpone my Delhi trip and accompany him instead.  How could I pass up this opportunity?

When we arrived, the young baba took me to the simple Shiva temple where he lived with his guru and several other sadhus.  His brash behavior melted away in front of his guru and he became the boy that he was and went right to work.  I was enjoying the company of his guru, an old laughing Buddha of a man, but the young baba, after touching his master’s feet, quickly departed to the kitchen area to prepare vegetables.

“Here?  There?  Where you will go?” the old baba asked me in his broken English.  He waved his hand in a circle.  I knew what he meant.  I was running around like a chicken without a head.  If I hadn’t wanted “in” as much as I did, I might not have felt so outside and could have enjoyed the exotic locale as a spiritual tourist.  I felt a subtle shift in my perception.  There were doorways, passageways, in my dream of India, whose entrances had proved inaccessible.  Could I dream my way through the labyrinth?  Perhaps.  But I sensed I needed some additional tools.  It requires a leap, I thought.

After sunset, evening worship began.  Two babas, standing in the temple, banged brass plates with wooden mallets, alternating two beats each, a tempo that started to sound like the rhythm of time.  The old baba looked at his watch, he shook it a few times, and looked at it again, then he put it to his ear.  Obviously it wasn’t working.

Helped by two of the younger babas, the old one got on his feet and led us over to the temple.  We walked up a couple of steps through medieval archways into the mandapa, or meeting hall, where already half a dozen babas had gathered and were ringing the heavy gunmetal bells hanging down from the ceiling on long chains in front of the holy of holies, the inner temple housing the Shiva linga.  The smoke from the incense and wood resins created a haze in the hall.  I strained to see the priest pouring water on the Shiva linga and then decorating it with flowers.  The crowd swelled, another dozen enthusiastic babas had arrived.  The baba-priest now waved a brass butter lamp, five wicks and five flames, in circles in front of the linga, while a couple of drummers whacked their dholak drums.

I stood on tiptoe behind the frenzied worshippers so that I could watch the priest, his head swaying to the hypnotic beat, offering Fire to the god Shiva. I tried to get closer but everyone had the same idea; the crowd surged.  The pulsating sounds were overpowering, pulling me like an ocean riptide, filling my veins with liquid rhythm.  I began to lose control and tried to resist.

Then I caught myself.  What was I doing?  Why fight it?  Let go!  My eyes closed for a moment, and my body started swaying to the percussion--brass plates banged, bells jangled, and drums cracked.  I felt myself dancing.  I opened my eyes to see the crowd give way before me.  I moved slowly forward, rising up from the temple floor with every step, a few inches at first, and then I was dancing on air.  Soon I began to float, supine, four or five feet above the ground.  I was able to put my head just inside the holy of holies, which had a low arch, and saw five little fire deities, little Agnis, dancing in front of Shiva in the form of a large egg of naturally polished black stone.  The wet black stone radiated heat that made me sweat, and it made a sound like Om that hummed louder and louder until it consumed all the other sounds.  Maybe it was the Mother of all Sounds.

Everything was suddenly very quiet, and I became aware that there was nothing holding me up.  At the same time I realized that I was no longer attached to my body and I fell to the ground with a great crash.

When I was able to focus again, I saw the heavy round jowls of the old baba who was cradling me.  Ten faces looked down at me with concern.

Hara Hara Mahadev!

They kept shouting as the old baba made me sniff some more camphor.  I tried getting up but was too weak to move.

“What happened?” I asked.
“Shiva like you,” smiled the old man.

Table of Contents

Table of content


Acknowledgments

Introduction

1    Meeting Cartouche

2
    I Dream India into Existence

   Hari Puri Baba

4
    Becoming Rampuri

5
    “I Can Only Show You a Path”

6
    What Is Remembered

7
    Kashi: The City of Liberation

8
    Kumbh Mela

9
    Angrez: Foreigner

10
    Tantric Attack

11
    The Healing Mantra

12
    A Question of Paths

13
    Hari Puri’s Miraculous Return

14
    Gangotri Baba

15
    The Ghost of Hari Puri Baba

16 
   The Process of Un-Becoming

17
    Possession

18 
   Deconstruction

19
    The Nectar of Immortality

Afterword

Glossary

Author Bio
Rampuri is the first foreigner to be initiated into the ancient society of yogis and shamans known as the Renunciates of the Ten Names, or Sannyasis. He has been a Naga Baba since 1970. A yogi and teacher who gives workshops and retreats around the world, he established the Hari Puri Ashram, in Hardwar in northern India in 1984, where he continues the oral tradition of his lineage. In 2004 he was admitted to the Council of Elders of Datt Akhara in Ujjain, India. He lives in India.
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Reviews

Book Praise

Book Praise

“This book will entertain and enlighten you. A bold journey that explores the true intersections of Eastern and Western thought.”
Deepak Chopra, author of The Book of Secrets

“Rampuri’s search has carried him into the very depths of one of the great ancient wisdom lineages of India. He has gone where very few Westerners have gone.”
Krishna Das, “Chant Master of American Yoga” (New York Times)

“An authentic and fascinating account of a Western yogi who has made India his home for his body and his spirit. Autobiography of a Sadhu is bound to challenge your view of reality and the spiritual life. It is not just the story of a personal quest but of a journey beyond the Western civilization mind-set to the real India of the yogis, where the limitations of both our cultural ideas and our egos are continually exposed. An adventure into a different kind of reality.”
David Frawley, director of the American Institute of Vedic Studies and author of Yogi and Ayurveda and Yoga and the Sacred Fire

"Personally, I found reading Autobiography of a Sadhu enlightening and educational. Knowing very little of this specific sect, I was enthralled with the mysticism. I'm grateful the author included a glossary because some of the terms used were beyond my knowledge. I certainly recommend this book to anyone willing to expand his or her knowledge of another culture."
Irene Watson, Reader Views, March 2010

"At the end of this compelling autobiography, the author says that he hopes readers will be edified and entertained by his quest for Truth and his adventures in the Extraordinary World. We are."
Frederic and Mary Ann Brussat, Spirituality and Practice, April 2010

"Rampuri's account of his spiritual journey is an intentionally entertaining story with personal accounts of many fascinating characters that changed him completely. He also gives the reader valuable glimpses into authentic life in India."
Allyson Gracie, New Age Retailer, June 2010

"Highly Recommended."
Light of Consciousness, October 2010

"Whether he is truly a holy man or a real-life Indiana Jones, Rampuri's journey looks like a compelling read."
Whole Life Times, October 2010

“Lovers of imagery and the sounds of words will be mesmerized by Autobiography of a Sadhu.”
CurledUpWithAGoodBook.com, April 2011
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SPIRITUALITY / MEMOIR 

“This book will entertain and enlighten you. A bold journey that explores the true intersections of Eastern and Western thought.”
--Deepak Chopra, author of The Book of Secrets

“Rampuri’s search has carried him into the very depths of one of the great ancient wisdom lineages of India. He has gone where very few Westerners have gone.”
--Krishna Das, “Chant Master of American Yoga” (New York Times)

After traveling at age 18 from his native California to India in 1969, Rampuri was drawn to the Naga Babas, an ancient and wild order of naked yogis whom he calls the “Hell’s Angels of Indian Spirituality.” Organized into a sect by Adi Shankara in the 5th century BC, the Naga Babas see themselves as the ultimate protectors of the Sanatan Dharma, or what we call the Hindu religion. Rampuri became a disciple of a Naga Baba--a master shaman sadhu--from Rajasthan and, as foretold by astrological prophecy, soon found himself the first foreigner to become an initiate of the Juna Akhara, the oldest and largest grouping of Naga Babas with more than 50,000 sadhu members.

From drinking the “Nectar of Immortality” at the source of the Ganges River to allegations of tantric murder, this autobiography is filled with true accounts of magic, miracles, ghosts, and austerities, with lessons on Hindu gods, ayurveda, mantra, and Indian culture woven throughout. Through his journey of extremes, Rampuri takes us into the mystic heart of India.

RAMPURI is the first foreigner to be initiated into the ancient society of yogis and shamans known as the Renunciates of the Ten Names, or Sannyasis. He has been a Naga Baba since 1970. A yogi and teacher who gives workshops and retreats around the world, he established the Hari Puri Ashram, in Hardwar in northern India, in 1984, where he continues the oral tradition of his lineage. In 2004 he was admitted to the Council of Elders of Datt Akhara in Ujjain, India. He lives in India.

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