54 Interviews with Westerners
on their search for spiritual fulfilment in India

Compiled, Edited and Mainly Photographed by
Malcolm Tillis

  1. Vijayananda
  2. Melita Maschman
  3. Brahmachari Gadadhar
  4. Bill Eilers
  5. Simonetta
  6. Swami Jnanananda
  7. Bill Aitken
  8. Bramacharini Atmananda
  9. Jamie Smith
  10. Martha Smith
  11. Radheshwari
  12. Omkara Das Adhikary
  13. Gopi Jai Krishna
  14. Ellen Schector
  15. Paul Ivan Hogguer
  16. Giorgio Bonazzoli
  17. Anil Bhai
  18. Russell Balfour-Clarke
  19. Norma Sastri
  20. John Clarke
  21. Peter Hoffman
  22. Dhruva
  23. Maggi Lidchi
  24. Sz. Regeni
  25. Baruni
  26. Michael Zelnick
  27. David and Sally
  28. Wilhelmina van Vliet
  29. Norman C. Dowsett
  30. Father Bede Griffiths
  31. Matthew and
    Joan Greenblatt
  32. Lucy Cornelssen
  33. Doris Williamson
  34. Lucia Osborne
  35. David Godman
  36. Hamsa Johannus de Reade
  37. Sir
  38. Joachim Peters and
    Uli Steckenreuter
  39. Richard Willis
  40. Chitrakara das Adhikary
  41. Aviva Keller
  42. Ma Prem Leela
  43. Swami Prem Pramod
  44. Ma Amanda Vandana
  45. Swami Anand Bodhisattva
  46. Swami Nadama
  47. Sister Arati
  48. Francis Reck
  49. H.H. Giriraja Swami
  50. Jean Dunn
  51. Raymond and
    Maree Steiner
  52. Bhikshu Ngawang Samten
  53. Ani Tenzin Palmo
  54. Kate Christie



Paul Ivan Hogguer

Radha Soami Satsang
Hazuri Bhavan

12th January 1981

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The Taj Express is on time, and I jump into the first class section. As we are pulling out of the station, the conductor rushes up to me saying all seats are full.

I explain that I have a confirmed reservation, and take out the lovely sheets of beautifully printed proof.

Yes — he is saying, checking — but for 12th January, today is the 11th!

I am so stunned, dazed, that he lets me sit on his wooden seat in the passage-way. It appears one can still be hopelessly untravel-worthy even with the most professionally prepared itinerary. An extra day in Vrindavan would have allowed me to finish all my work, but — oh, horror! — I am beginning to realize I shall be arriving one day too soon in Agra and I will not be able to contact my friend, Pritam Singh Nagpal, for 24 hours!

I am saying to myself: there must be a purpose behind all this - there must be - I am not to be confused or anxious, I am to flow with all currents, under all circumstances, through whatever is awaiting me. And yes, yes, I know there’s a benevolent hand over my head guiding me, so to be in the wrong place, at the wrong time, must have some meaning.

We are pulling into Agra. The tourists are being directed to the waiting de luxe coaches off to see the Taj Mahal. The porters are barging through the rush of passenger activity. They kick the stray dogs out of the way. They walk round the noble cows. I stand still on the platform surrounded by my sad luggage; we are waiting for the excitement to simmer down.

But who is this running towards me, laughing, shouting? Pritam Singh Nagpal — my friend — here? He embraces me with rib-crushing zeal while I am asking: Is it the 11th or the 12th?

Yes, yes, yes — he laughs — your paper is telling 12th and you are coming too soon!
As we pour out of the station he starts telling me how he comes to be here although I am totally, irrevocably, ridiculously in the wrong place at the wrong time.
When we get to his house, I ask him to write the whole incident down. I am reproducing
it here as it came out in his own words:

Pritam Singh Nagpal
Belaganj, Agra-4
13th Jan. 81

Respected Brother,
When I met you in Delhi you had shown me your program of reaching (here) on the 12th by Taj. We were all looking forward to your visit and had told many brothers and sisters about your programme. I invited them to meet you on the 12th evening at my place.
On the 11th morning, I was still lying in bed fully awake, when I saw my Master, Sant Kirpal Singhji, with you smiling a little behind Him. And my Master told me, pointing towards you that, “He is coming today — receive him at the station”. And slowly the light was withdrawn. I was expecting you on the 12th and here was a positive and clear direction to me to go to meet you. On the one hand I was overjoyed but found it difficult to tell my family.
As we were to go to the Sunday Satsang, I made up my mind to leave my wife there and then go to the station. I had to rush and found the Taj had steamed in. It took a couple of minutes to leave my scooter and purchase a platform ticket. I knew you had a first class Indrail Pass, and as the first class compartments are towards the engine side, I made my way there. You were there looking towards me. I was happy I had received the right direction from my Master — that he chose me for this small service to my brother and in His Grace to save you from any inconvenience.
Perhaps I am not able to express myself fully, but brother, on your journey now and hereafter on this earth plane, you are fully protected by our Great Master – this proves so much. And for myself, I am also under His benign Grace. I have recorded this in my own limited manner, but the whole thing can be felt rather than explained.

With my best regard,

From this moment, how can I ever feel confusion, doubt, anxiety? Everything I am trying to do on this sadhana/journey is controlled. Everything is as it should be. Everything that has to be accomplished will surely be accomplished.

In November 2005 the following message arrived from Pritam Singh Nagpal by email dictated to another dear gurubhai, Prof. Vinod Sena. I knew he had moved from Agra to live in Delhi and had given up working as a naturopath doctor, but little more:

Dear Brother,
Today I am visiting Vinodji who has been asking about my health and that you have also been enquiring about me. I must confess I could not contact you earlier although last year I received your book “New Lives” from the publisher…it was a year of bad health (I must now use a Walker) and also of bereavements, including that of my eldest son.
I am in better health now but not very active…as it should be at my age (80). I have managed to come to see our dear brother so that he can send you this message and the photo he has just taken.
I remember you so well and delight to recall old times at the Ashram when the Beloved Master Kirpal was physically there. There are many happy memories which I can’t forget.
Yours in Him,


Pritam Singh Nagpal at 80

I spend my first night in Agra in blissful peace. To be at peace with the world and oneself is the height of luxury: millionaires can rarely buy that.

The next morning I am taken to the historic house of Rai Saligram, popularly known as Hazur Maharaj, a 19th century saint and the second guru of the Radha Soami Faith. This Movement was founded by Shiv Dayal Singh who was born here in Agra in 1818. Since those days, there have been many splits, and the Movement has spread all over Northern India. There are now many thriving centres in the West.

Dr. Agam Prasad Mathur, who is head of the History Department at Agra College, is a direct descendent of Rai Saligram, is about 50, and is the living guru of that Radha Soami branch.

In Agra alone there are three non-communicating branches: the teachings are very much the same, the gurus different. Although I had asked to see the Dutch boy who is Dr. Mathur’s only Western disciple and who lives with him, I am shown into the guru’s presence instead. He is sitting on an elaborate bed chewing beetle nut. He appears to misunderstand the purpose of my visit for he starts an uninterruptible discourse:
Yes, yes, a good idea, but the book should open with a historical survey of the bhakti movement as it started in medieval India leading up to its modern flowering last century…and…

After ten minutes of invaluable but unusable advice, the learned Doctor pauses to spit out the red matter he has been chewing; I take courage, point to a fair-haired boy who has just prostrated at the feet of the guru and crept to the back of the room.
I say: Forgive me, it is this young man I have come to Interview.

Dr. Mathur recovers quickly: Yes, yes, of course…Paul…take him to your room…give him a copy of my book and show him round the samadhi…so kind of you to come, goodbye!


Interview 15

I am Dutch by birth. Although I am now 26, by the time I was 16 I had done everything that was good and bad — busy peeping my nose in all fields, always liking to be first. It had been predicted by a lady who could see the future — my worried mother went to see her — By his 16th birthday he will change, you will be proud of him.

Since 14 I had lived away from my parents in Amsterdam. I became part of the drug culture: fast cars, fast company, girls. And whatever there was to do I did even at that age. It was hard living — many times I was moneyless; but there were many experiences. So by the time I was 16 I was feeling: All this is no use to me, I will go home. I phoned my parents. They said: Let’s try again.

I went back one day after my 16th birthday. There was a talk: Are you willing to go back to school? — Do you want to work? — Please think about it. But I became privacy conscious; I demanded my own room; I wanted to think. The body was 16; the mind was already far away from things with which my parents were concerned. There was pressure. I must do something, must! But I couldn’t accept anything. Daily talks about schooling, daily paper searches for jobs, all of which the mind rejected. Internally I knew I was searching for something else.

Four months passed. My mother came up with a suggestion: Take a job in a nearby hotel. I started working as a cook. I developed an interest in cooking, so I went one day a week to school. Then my father who is a businessman with enough money, began talking about opening a restaurant: You learn to be a chef in Switzerland, learn all the nice preparations…By the time I was 17½ I had worked in several good hotels, but I happened to pick up two books by Paul Brunton.(1)

The moment I put my nose into them there was a transformation in my brain. It was telling me: Your life is for this, get hold of it! I’m a fast reader. I finished the two books in one day and started searching for others like them. The fantasy in my mind was: You’ve had a past life as a yogi — you have come back to go on. At last I knew what I had been searching for. But my parents didn’t welcome the news: What’s this new nonsense?

My interest in cooking dropped; I studied spiritual books. I couldn’t stop reading. One day I saw that Mahesh Yogi was in Holland, so I went to see him as I knew I had to do something practical. I never liked organizations, but I wanted to learn a meditation technique. I even took initiation, started practicing, got interesting results, but couldn’t give myself. I went back to reading…all the Theosophical books and so many others.

One day at a Transcendental Meditation meeting, I saw a lady; my mind said: Make friends with her, she has much to teach you. She was about 40. I was then an ascetic fanatic unable to accept Mahesh Yogi but knowing the real guru is waiting for me somewhere. I spoke to that lady and we became fast friends. She was a vegetarian, she was pure. She had a lot of knowledge, but she was still searching. We played the I Ching, the tarot cards, I read her books, met her friends. We went to different groups, to Switzerland to see Krishnamurti. We meditated together, and we dug out a lot of things.

But the day came when my mind said: She had given you all you need, she has done her job. At that moment something came between us…she saw it; I said: I am meant to go on alone. I told you I was a fanatic. Had I met my guru then and had he asked for my life, I would have given it. My ideal was the Himalayan yogis. I knew I had to go there. She didn’t like that – neither did my parents.

How old were you then?
17 and half to18. Once I started, development went fast. I was on a staircase — I had to go up. I went to forests to meditate. The inner experiences were good. At the transcendental meditations, the checker-uppers — poor fellows — were surprised. It was arranged that I could attend a teachers’ course free if I would cook the meals. I never wanted to be a teacher, but I wanted the knowledge. And here I met a boy who had been to India. When he mentioned the word India, such an energy force entered me. I knew my time to go was near.

But how did you manage to come here?
I had bought my ruck-sack and clothes. I should tell you that for two long years at every meal there were fights with my family, there were long faces and tears.

Was that because you wouldn’t eat meat?
I left off meat, fish and eggs. It was weeping on my part as well as theirs. My father said I was mad. I would pray to God — I didn’t have at that time a particular God: Why is it like this? Why can’t my family understand? Why can’t I find my guru? Why is everyone pestering me? I sold everything I had to prepare for the journey. But a month before I was to go, I was called for an Interview to join the army. It was another puzzlement. But somehow I was the only one to be rejected, surely the working of a super-power. I was free to leave.

How did you travel?
Have you heard about the Magic Bus? Lots of hippies from all countries going to India on a German Bus with French papers and an English driver! Interesting. It was to leave on 31st August 1974. I sat in my seat detached. My mother had taken pills to calm herself. My father was asking me to get out. I was already like a free bird. The staircase was beckoning. If the Queen of Holland had asked me to stop, I could not. Now a funny thing happened; my father has a big car business, and when the bus was to start, the engine failed — we all had to get out and push. The face of my father! He pushed an extra 200 guilders in my hand saying: Just in case…at least take a train. But we were off, and the six weeks to India were wonderful, no breakdowns but many stops to enjoy the countries through which we passed.

I saw a Dutch boy in the bus; my mind said: Listen to him…he has something for you. He sat in front of me. I had given myself the idea that I would no longer speak nor smoke. Up till Switzerland I never spoke, but I handed round some toffees. That boy took one, contact was made. He asked: Are you going to India to smoke or for a spiritual purpose? I told him. He said: I am a follower of the Radha Soami Faith; I have been initiated for six years but not allowed to see my guru, so as I am on my way to Australia I will go to Beas to see him. He then gave me a full account of the teachings. When I heard them, I thought: Yes, I know all this — this is right. So I then told him if he didn’t mind I would also like to see his guru. I later fell asleep and saw a face; up till now I think it was Swami Shiv Dyal Singh, the Radha Soami founder. I had been planning where to go, what to do, but all this went, even my idea of becoming the disciple of a naked yogi living in a hole in a wall. I wanted nothing but contact with this Surat Shabd Yoga as explained by this boy.

We left the bus at Amritsar — bye-bye — took a train to Beas, then a tonga to the Dera. I was nervous…here I am seeing the first guru. We went inside, and the problems started. That boy was not having a letter giving him permission to see his guru. The secretary said; No permission. No place to stay! We couldn’t even stay the night. I was more upset for that boy. This is an organization so they have to behave like that.

It was dark outside but we saw a tea shop; the owner heard our story and said: You stay with me — many foreigners have that problem. It was a gift from heaven: the secretary had rejected us, not the guru! Next day we peeped inside the gate, hiding our faces from the secretary. When I saw the guru — at the first glance — I knew he was not for me. I attended his satsang in the second row, and at one moment our eyes met. Such an explosion came in my mind…all the accumulated dirty thoughts burst. I couldn’t look at him any more; he had sent a cleansing current into my little head. Then his face became bigger and bigger like the sun filled with light. I couldn’t look any more. At the end of the satsang I knew I had experienced some of his power, but the mind said: No, he is not for you. I took a bus to Rishikesh, having said bye-bye to that boy and the secretary, the headache-man.

All my thoughts about yogis and asceticism were finished, but I had to try again. I spent 24 hours in a second-class train — bad experience; I was still only 19. At last I bundled myself into a bus, and in Rishikesh I went to the Sivananda Ashram. But because I had not written a letter I was not allowed to stay…thank you, I am beginning to expect this, good bye! I stayed nearby in another Ashram. Here I saw a lot of nonsense going on; I couldn’t get the Radha Soami teachings out of my head.

I looked at everything under a big light, going from Ashram to Ashram, but I rejected everything. I went up in the hills but I saw even with great austerities, yogis are proud, jealous and not necessarily spiritual at all. All thoughts about asceticism were now finished. But although I wanted to follow the Radha Soamis and couldn’t accept the Beas guru, I was not knowing that there were other branches in India with other gurus. It was a puzzlement. What to do? Then I thought I would continue travelling, looking at gurus, but if I didn’t find anyone better, I would return to Beas.

I don’t know how many places I saw: Benares, Allahabad, Lucknow, Kanpur, Bangalore — all the time asking for enlightened beings. The final result: they were all negative, they were all talking, they hadn’t gone inside.

I became ill with dysentery and malaria, and the doctor gave me thirteen different pills; I wouldn’t touch them. I was so tired of travelling after six months, I went to lie in the Goa sun. Soon I got back into meditation. I swam, relaxed, made my own food — had a holiday. In my heart there was a seed of bhakti; I knew that I had to give that love to a guru.

But also in my heart there was much weeping because if my guru was calling me, why was he giving me such a hard time? Why was he kicking me around? If I can’t find him, I will not live, bas — finished. Then one day I passed a bookshop. I went in; the first book to catch my eye was Radha Soami Faith, A Historical Study. My mind was telling: That book is standing there for you, buy it. Without looking through it, I paid and left. My mind was blank, but I felt happiness inside. I started reading; first I was puzzled as I knew the Beas books are not sold in shops. But it explained itself. Do you know the book?

Yes, I actually have a copy.
You know it gives the background, the teachings, but most important, all the different splinter groups which I didn’t know about. I read it three times. Although it lists so many groups, I knew for the Radha Soamis there can only be one sant satguru — the perfect one. This was clearly explained by the author, Agam Prasad Mathur. I accepted everything, but it didn’t help me find the correct guru. As everything started in Agra, I decided I must go there. I must look for my diamond.

After a long journey I arrived. I prayed: If this city has anything for me, guide me, I’m too tired. The first night was spent in a hotel near this very house. The next day I took a rickshaw to Soamibagh.(2)

It is a private colony. I went in with my long hair, looking like a hippy, carrying my rucksack and sitar. In those days I didn’t care what I looked like: that was the outside. Someone came up and said: This is a sacred place — the place of Soamiji, the place of the Radha Soamis. I told him I knew all that, so he called another man and we talked. He was the eldest son of the fifth guru, Babaji Maharaj, who had departed in 1949. He became critical of Beas when I said I had been there; there are all these groups and all the quarrels about the true succession. When I told him I wanted to stay, he was happy and it was arranged. Foreigners are not usually attracted there.

At 5 the next morning I was woken to attend satsang; people were meditating, the atmosphere was good. There were four life-size paintings of the gurus; I liked the first two, but the others didn’t appeal to me. I could accept Soamiji, the first guru, and Hazur Maharaj, the second; the others, no. After two days I met a man there — an old satsangi. His external eyes were blind, but the inner one was open. He could tell if a man was before him or if it was a woman; he could see their astral forms. He said: You had to come here but you will not stay — mark my words. He had a large library of Radha Soami books in English which I went through in two weeks. I was more than ever certain these were the teachings for me.

Did you receive their initiation?
The eldest son gave it, but when he told me for my meditations I was to contemplate on the image of the last guru — his father — I said I would not do that; I could only meditate on Soamiji. From that moment the contact broke; they wanted to get rid of me.

Where you given the full initiation?
Full from their point of view, yes — I am not allowed to reveal the details.

But were you initiated into the Sound Current?
No. Just the contemplation. That caused enough trouble. I could not accept what they wanted me to do. I went to the samadhi of Soamiji, bowed my head and prayed for help. Then the strange thing comes: I had found the book Radha Soami Faith but it never occurred to me to meet the author who was also living in Agra. In Soamibagh they have been building a great marble samadhi for the last 70 years; I was given work polishing marble slabs, sitting in the sun getting 4 rupees a day. It was the only way I could stay. Thousands come to see the temple, so I too became a tourist attraction.

I spent my nights weeping, praying: You have brought me here, why don’t you show yourself? I contemplated suicide. One night I was half asleep; there was a flash of light and a face I couldn’t recognize — very fast. And I was hearing a voice: Why are you worried; come to me, I will help you! I was filled with bliss; who was the man?

Now another strange thing: in the book Radha Soami Faith, there’s a picture of the author, Dr. Mathur and, by then I had read it ten times, yet I never recognized the face. It was still not time to meet him. Three months went by. One day I was buying food. A man came towards me. Without thinking I said: Please listen to me, and I poured out my whole story to him. He said: there’s only one man who can help you — it’s Dr. Mathur. Even then, my mind could not accept it was the author of that book. Perhaps a shadow was kept over my consciousness.
We arrived at this house at 6. Dr. Mathur’s wife received us. We had tea, we talked, and I was struck by the warmth. After a time, Dr. Mathur came - it was that face! When he spoke - it was that voice! Now the Radha Soami Faith is a hidden faith, and it appeared that Dr. Mathur could not say: I have called you at last. I also recognized this, so a sort of play went on: How are you — what is your name? And so on. Finally, he said: If you want to stay here, I can give you a room. The next day I received initiation…

The next day? But was it different from the Soamibagh initiation?
There was something new. The initiation that Dadaji gave me — Dadaji is the name of my guru — meant I could contemplate on the guru I was attracted to, otherwise there was no difference.

Were you given the initiation into the Sound Current?
That came four months later; I requested it myself. I am convinced my Dadaji is the living sant satguru of the Radha Soami Faith. I meditated, served my guru as best I could… this is the path of bhakti, so one must serve and attend satsang twice daily.

Dadaji gives satsang twice daily?
According to his pleasure — sometimes he comes, sometimes not. We know he’s always there.

How long is it since you first arrived here at Dadaji’s?
Five years. I can say that within six months I had full understanding of this path.

How much time do you spend in meditation?
A minimum of three hours. At the beginning I continued with my hatha yoga, I played my sitar, but slowly these things went — a lot of things went. But as you see, I still smoke.

Dr. Prasad is still teaching at Agra University?
Yes. He follows closely the traditions of the Radha Soami Faith which puts emphasis on asceticism but while remaining a house-holder and having a job. One can also marry and go on with one’s sex life. But one must become a vegetarian.

I suppose that means sex life within marriage, and for the means of procreation only?
In this place one can do as one likes, even go to cinemas and eat in hotels, but be detached. Sitting in the company of the sant satguru cleans one. Dadaji never says to leave off sleeping with women; after all, a man must have a sex life…

But when you say a sex life, you mean within marriage?
You are free to have girlfriends. The Indian lady who just brought the tea, I have been having for two years. She has been given to me by my guru, but not only to satisfy my sex life — we are all full of lower qualities…

Are you married to that lady?
I am not married, thank you! She very much belongs to me; we are happy together. She is a satsangi for fifteen years. So because she has been given by Dadaji, it’s a pure arrangement.

I see. Does Dr. Prasad give initiations regularly?
He never indulges in propaganda; it’s prohibited. Why? It is meant only for those fit. If many came through propaganda, most would be unfit.

How does your guru choose who is ready?
The sant satguru is charged with the highest spiritual currents; he has a direct line with the highest spiritual consciousness…he is the embodiment of that consciousness.

Yes, that is common to the teachings in all branches of this faith; and surely you must know the disciples within each of these branches take their own guru as the sant satguru.
The true sant satguru has created ministers with limited spiritual power to serve him — yes, these are the other gurus of this line. Seekers who are ready, come directly here; let’s say they are the select souls…others go to the branches. All are growing, we are learning, being cleaned. When we are ready, we get drawn to the right place. This is my realization.

Do you mean the inner realization? Are you in contact with the inner guru in meditation?
Sometimes these things are there — we are not allowed to tell — there are a lot of things.

Well, can you talk about the goal of your sadhana?
First of all, man must realize he is spirit not the body, mind or senses. When the body dies there will be spirit only. It is because of the illusion of the world that man thinks he is the body. We have to contact the spirit within the body at meditation; that’s what the sant satguru gives. There are so many layers of consciousness. Without the proper sant satguru, you cannot meditate.

But in all branches of Radha Soami the disciples meditate, and I know of some who get very high experiences.
If you go to a third class shop for a cake, you will get a third class cake. If you go to a five star hotel for a cake, you will get something better. Yes, they are getting something. But just look at some of the gurus who have gone to the West with their spiritual tricks. I am asking you, are they not cheap?

It’s not my purpose while compiling this book to make such assessments. Anyway, I believe we are drawn to the guru who is right for us. I am not concerned.
If you have realized, you would be concerned.

Are you saying you are realized?
I have realized they are giving a cheap thing.

As far as I understand it, the goal of the Radha Soami Faith is to become one with the sant satguru — that is realization. Have you become one with your guru?
That’s not an easy thing.

True. How far are you realized?
First a man has to realize he is spirit…The rest is the guru’s grace. There’s nothing we can do on our own. It’s even grace to come here. But we have to work to get grace. In the West, yoga is very cheap. They have made it cheap. They offer instant realization. It is not…it’s like walking on a razor’s edge. You have to fight the influence of anger, sex, jealousy, ego…thousands of things.

That fight is common to all paths. How far have you been able to conquer these influences since coming here?
What is required is humility. Without that, we cannot get anywhere. But our progress is kept hidden. Maybe you are a high soul, but the sant satguru, to avoid pride, will keep this hidden from you. You are looking at me, yes, I’m suffering from all sorts of things, but maybe I’m nearly free. The goal of Radha Soami is not a small one…it is Sat Lok, the region of pure spirit, the ocean of love, the ocean of bliss.

Can I ask about Dadaji’s followers? Does he have any other Western disciples?
There are a few.

He has never travelled abroad?
No. He has been invited, but as a historian — he is one of India’s eight great historians. An American university requested him, but he not will to go. Let me put it very straight: Dadaji is the distributor, the other gurus who have gone to the West are the workers — they are doing the beginning work. Let these people clean up. When they are clean, he will go, bas!

Do you have a job here?
My job is to attend satsang, and as my seva, I write letters to foreigners for Dadaji.

How do you support yourself?
That’s a tricky question. For the first year I lived here without money. Sometimes Dadaji gave me spending money as well as food and clothing. Then the contact with my family grew better, and although I never asked, they send money monthly, which is enough.

Do you see yourself living here for the rest of your life?
I hope so. There’s nothing in the West for me. I am trying to get a job in the Dutch Embassy, even as a clerk or gardener. This would enable me to stand on my own legs. And I would like to become an Indian citizen. I know in my past life I was here…I have been called back, bas! [enough!]


Paul Ivan Hogguer stayed on in India and was recently sighted in the Rishikesh area a few years ago.


My work in Agra finished, I now have a whole day free to enjoy my cold. The Nagpals are spoiling me with attention. Their friend, a disciple of Swami Muktananda, is writing a letter to his Ashram about my intended visit to Bombay; you will get beautiful Interviews there — he is assuring me. Let’s see.



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