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the Aquarian Age: Richard Alpert, an early LSD advocate later known as Baba Ram Dass, who had also studied under Neem Karoli Baba. There have been persistent rumors that Ma and Ram Dass were lovers, or at least that he had an unrequited love for her. She blows off such claims. “I was happily married at the time,” she says.
But not for long: The new guruship proved too much for her Italian-Catholic husband.
Once divorced, she began casting around for a permanent ashram. South Florida seemed a good place, with its warm climate. She says the Baba apparition told her where to look: “A tree with seven crooks in a branch.” The tree turned-out to be on a bank of the St. Sebastian River.
Ma bought, 42 acres with followers' funds and named the place Kashi, the Sanskrit name for the holy city Benares in India. Ma designed the Kashi Ranch and Church to reflect her diverse doctrines. Her closest followers, by then about 20, dug a pond in its center, and she dedicated it with a bottle of water from the Ganges River. She now calls it "my Ganga, my River."
Ringing the pond are small shrines for various deities. They include a leafy hut for Hanuman, an incarnation of Shiva; a Jewish shrine with a wooden replica of the Ten Commandments; a Tibetan Buddhist shrine and statue; a life-size statue of Christ with the Sacred Heart, and an abstract carving of Shiva Shakti.
J. Gordon Melton, director of the Institute for the Study of American Religion in Santa Barbara, Calif., conducted two studies of Ma and her ashram in 1990 and '93. "She believes that different religions are expressions of the one true religion," he says. "So what you do outwardly Christianity or Hinduism or whatever is not important. It's the inward reality that counts."
Melton, author of the Encyclopedia Of American Religions, regards Ma with some admiration. "She doesn't exude the air of sanctity of most gurus," he says. "They usually teach only their best disciples and limit contact with the rest. Ma's people see her every night."
AS NIGHT FALLS AT KASHI, SOME 150 chelas or students gather at the small wooden
amphitheater at the Hanuman shrine. Drums and bells keep rhythm as they sing from memory the Hanuman Chalisa, a 15th-century hymn of 40 verses. Ma enters the circle guided by a devotee with a flashlight. She takes a small candelabrum and waves it. "Take from the light," she says.
The devotees fan the air slowly toward themselves. The only flap in the solemnity comes from the guru herself, as her flashlight guide falters briefly. "Hey! Whaddaya doing?" she exclaims.
Ma sits and reads the Indian legend of a man who loves a woman who then reveals herself as a naga, a divine cobra-like being. The reading evidently is meant for a visitor who has identified himself as a transsexual and been insulted by one of the chelas.
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