Some tried to pull me back inte the "fold", but as I wasn't interested they gave up...

1975-1990 - was I chasing a moon shadow? Dunno...

I remember we weren't supposed to be interested in looking around sights at the towns we visited - preferably to just keep our eyes and ears closed to anyhthin that wasn't satsang, service or meditation...

It really sounds insane in hindsight... Like having a relationship with someone you have to walk on egg shells around so things don't explode... Yes, I've done that too - both in my family of origin and with a borderline guy with substance abuse addictions...

So many things we do out of fear... I remember an instructor telling us that if we had knowledge and didn't practice it was like having a bag of vegetables rotting inside you...

And we always had to watch out for Mr Mind - like a devil sitting on your shoulder giving us doubts...

I was an extremist - I couldn't talk to anyone about anything without trying to make them come to satsang...