Sharing the Ebullient Heart
The Beloved Sage
A Letter from Beloved Mrs. Nicole Adams February 26, 2016
Welcome to our hosted Tributes to my husband Sri Robert Adams.
Please enjoy the warmth of our festivities, and the lovingly united international events of our Robert Adams Infinity Institute for Compassionate Living in our Institutes honor to my husband. Together hand in hand, after meeting in University, we have traveled the world upon request from temples and our indian Inner Circle family with his message of his personal experience in our youth, prior to marrying and establishing our beautiful family. I have, and continue to officiate the Board of Directors of our Institute, a non- profit organization established by my husband, that continues to kindly distribute in charity to hundreds of souls as my husband intended for his personally copyright works. Here, we enjoy his favorite earthly joys, the beautiful blue ocean, his music, art and his favorite flowers shared with 'those called to truly take this path." My sole communications to dear souls occur in full validity solely on my husbands pure form representation, conveying his love. I thank you all for your continued support and love in spiritual unity.
In Sincere Blessings,
Mrs. Robert Adams
"Our Mission On This Earth Is To Be Of Service to Humanity."
Studentship (Actively Practicing Ethical Precepts of Non-Harm Ahimsa) and Friends Joyfully Share Personal Documented Narratives
“What is a Student of this path? One who is full of loving kindness. One who engages in these practices, these meditations every morning and evening, out of love. One who lives by the laws of Right Action, The Golden Rule. Who lives by Ahimsa. This is the beginning." Robert Adams
Documented Studentship and visitors share the practical, personal impact of the Light of the Message of beloved Robert Adams on their lives, in rare documented experiences. Robert Adams personal archives documented each student and Inner Circle, daily appointments and clarification on verification of many claims of 'studentship' in gentle explanation and love.
AND A CHILD SHALL LEAD THEM
"Many moments were transformed into a deep stillness that perfectly emitted the most needed message. I was actually present at this well known afternoon that made a profound impression on us all. It distinguished the Sages clear position on things important- because Robert, although very ‘cool’, in understanding of modern society- is substantial in the timeless spiritual ethics of behavior and common civility. This may not seem important, but it is essential in noticing that a teacher is, on the deepest level, in accordance with true spirituality.
I found that this is the same throughout the long lasting spiritual texts, regardless of the trends of the moment. Robert says "Your true spiritual stature is revealed by the words that come out of your mouth, your real thoughts, your actions to others. Everything else is dry head knowledge.”
Many, as I did, originally misunderstood this to mean being coolly passive in the face of suffering or borderline unfairness. After all, if we don’t reflect what we are claiming to follow, what use is it to us or anyone else when we are alone with ourselves, in pain, in need? Now more than ever, I hold this yardstick of his personal substance- adherence to always kind behavior, as the reveler of ‘stature’. Particularly now, for those of us in disbelief at the trend of ever new ‘satsang givers’ stating that though psychosis or depression illumination came, devoid of any spiritual training or sacrifice.
This is unheard of in India or any valid religion where deep transmutation of the heart is required. Robert simply observes that today, anyone practicing a little self inquiry establishes themselves as a teacher instead of knowing God. I really solidified cloudy generalizations of vague impersonalism and misunderstandings like these when you observe how the teacher draws solid boundaries as Robert displayed this one afternoon. We get the urgency to filter the gold from the dust.
After Robert Adams, it is very difficult to attend anything else other than his path. There is another aspect to introduce that afternoon. Robert himself quietly observed a mental mirage engulfing spiritual circles. Erudite pundits, saying “I am Consciousness”, yet “will not give someone a ride home from satsang’, open the door or give their seat to a woman, step up when a girl, innocent bystander, animal or child is being treated poorly.
Now Robert enlightened a lot of us who arrived from some pretty cold, unnurtured backgrounds, believing to be ‘detached’ or spiritual, above the rest of the world, when in actuality, deep psychological wounds and loneliness needed to be resolved. With this explanatory set in mind, it was the afternoon of a gathering, or ‘meeting’ as Robert called it. It was in his later years in Los Angeles. He spoke to a different audience from his former audiences of Indian teachers and families in temples, etc.
Here, in Hollywood, we were gathering and being seated. Almost all single adults well versed in what Robert explains as ‘seeking many teachers and groups, practices and retreats, yet never having a direct experience of God. Not choosing one path and taking it all the way to the end.” Many people recount this afternoon. This is what I observed.
Suddenly there was a hush. A feeling of something unusual occurring. The quiet talking had stopped, the seats had stopped being moved in rearrangement. Robert, who had never in several years said or done anything other than speak in a soft voice, encourage, comfort and soothe others, listening endlessly and patiently to their sorrows, life predicaments, and asking about the well being of their families, suddenly firmly said ‘No.’
I looked up to see him turn and smile at a young child with the deepest of tenderness as if his own, patting them on the shoulder and reassuring their scared expression. “Here. You sit here in the front where you like.” He looked at the man who had just scolded the confused child and told him to get up off of the chair and go away to give it to an adult, as if the mere presence of the child was a needless hindrance.
Then Robert did something even more defined. “The child was sitting there first. You sit in the back.” he said to the man who had scared /scolded the child, as we all watched wordlessly. In many many years that was the only time I observed Robert ever spoke such. Of course, it was barely above a whisper, but the definitiveness, boldness, and commitment to defending and protecting someone in an environment that had absolutely no ‘reward’ for doing so, no purpose or logical reason to stop the flow in the room, showed one thing. That which is lacking in grabbing the ‘icing off the cake’ of ancient spiritual teachings without diving into the true substance: self awareness.
There was simply nothing else to do. Since then I have really pondered my lessons and found much that Robert said that had simply gone in one ear and out the other because it did not fit in with my embarrassingly self centered concepts of what I thought the talks were, what true advaita was, and what I liked about it.
I am honest enough to say I am both embarrassed and humbled to see that many prefer to pass off ‘the kindness - selfless part” as irrelevant. In actuality, it is the core. For without that, everything is coming from selfish ego. And we fool ourselves into thinking that what our ego likes, the image of ‘being in this for years’, confidently discussing it with others, is ‘it’, rather than transforming and getting on with it. Robert made it fun without compromising anything.
Because of this, I would share with you a small section of the many, many, talks I read and re read in which Robert emphasizes this often neglected area. “This world is like the third grade. We are still learning not to hurt each other.
Most people who find a teaching like this, simply add it to their ego, their intellect. And their ego gets bigger than ever. Then they use these terms to hurt one another. They say, ‘It is my Self talking to you, not me. So be quiet!’ (laughter) ‘I am enlightened now. I don’t need to help anyone.’ This is the opposite of truth. The Jnani is the first one to get in there and help. The Jnani never says, it is your karma. He keeps quiet and asks how he can help. Do not pronounce yourself to anyone, do not discuss or debate. Simply become an living embodiment of loving kindness and you will effortlessly manifest your true nature. That is all you need to focus on.”
Spiritual Teacher Robert Adams and the Inner Circle Candlelight Feasts
An original student shares her documented archived homecoming returning to over 20 beautiful years of attending the original Inner Circle Talks and Feasts in Los Angeles with Robert Adams
Read 'The Bridge to the Sage' Personal Narrative of Inner Circle Festivities
(Author originally published in the Infinity JOURNAL)
“Here the symphony of souls came alive, under the leader of souls. He was already manifesting brotherhood, harmony, and happiness everyday while we were still talking about it. We all craved it, but how to live in it consistently? This I wondered, most of all. Then, there was the kindness.”
This much requested documented narrative of the many Inner Circle students blessings during special events with the beloved Sage is included in his famed Discourses, original group, regular attendance at the Hollywood Bowl concerts, home feasts, family parties, birthdays, and personal healings narrated in The Golden Tribute video and print.
The Bridge to the Sage
Crossing over the pretty bridge in the fragrant garden themed, gated rustic private town home village where this saintly teacher, Robert Adams lived with his several generation family, the blossoms and foliage relaxed us. The beauty reflected the beauty of the Teacher. We were carrying flowers and English tea for his wife, our dear friend, as a reunion gift. The big day of returning to my teacher’s nectar of wisdom- our inner circle, had arrived. We were ecstatic with excitement. No spiritual teacher had come near Robert Adams sweet purity and spiritual hotline to bliss in all the years of my listening for one.
We arrived at the door at seven p.m., the familiar breezes of spicy tea, curried dinner, rose incense and sandalwood oil washed over us. I had attended the first early talks of Robert Adams when he wore his ‘signature’ white suits and shone with light. We brought flower garlands for this gentle speaker of innocent happiness who spoke of ‘omniscient love’ as the Ultimate Reality to our existence. There was no one like him anywhere to be found. I remembered when his children- now in private practice, were small and sat on his lap, and many noted public figures attended, all of us awed. There were the originators of the nations largest yoga communities.
I watched as they beseeched him to help them establish and lead their growing cults or communities, of which Robert stood out like a rose in the weeds. He offered them tea in humble grace to their surprise. He always laughed innocently in care, as if comforting those who could not see the way, uninterested in such things as taking over communities, and interestingly, the majority of them ended up in acrimonious unhappy communal woes and chaos, without a comprehension of the surrender of the human character to pure love. I would glance at him in the corner answering the questions of a priest and a university professor, all with equal grace and certainty of knowing their faces melting in surprise and touched with sincerity.
This opportunity to attend such a rare event is like bumping into unexpected treasure, and we all remained connected in this unity. I had continued to classify all aspects of my life by his teaching of ‘becoming more holy, not weird or self-absorbed.” since the first days. I appreciated that he never said anything ‘crazy’ impelled to dismantle traditional religion, very refreshing in California! Today marked my return to attend his incredible private home feasts with a few of my inner circle family, his family, and an occasional celebrity who like everyone else, had to have invitational reservations.
I also felt intellectually secure in that he was no ‘drop out do your own thing’ newly invented amoral- anything goes ‘guru’. He actually set many young people straight on going back to school, ceasing abusing substances, and generally cleaning up their act, in the tradition of a basic morality that had clearly missed their spiritual radar. “That is all self gratification of the human self, not the divine Self. It does not behoove you to do such things. They lower your consciousness. Instead, dive deep within to the bliss of God, and behave yourself. Live a beautiful life, a life full of loving kindness.”
It was this confirmation of accurate spirituality on a credible, substantial awareness that was timeless. It had always rung a bell of sane truth within me. This was the frame, the foundation to the instantaneous transformation of everyday consciousness. To that bliss he always invoked. This was welcomed in a culture of increasingly strangely aggressive characters of internal turmoil taking the reins of the American movement that he himself introduced. “Everyone wants to be teachers but who wants to know God? Who wants to serve God?” Robert Adams had published the first ‘now’ book, The Eternal Now, and had manifested the purity and innocence of eastern origins.
I had moved overseas, but I kept in weekly contact through scheduled phone appointments during his ‘phone hours’. I knew he kept a structured daily work week of exercise, phone appointments in his office, then out of state student’s appointments. His love of family life was sacred and separate from the strangers that he allowed into his talks, refusing no one. When I attended these events he was even known fondly in the local restaurants for his family nights out, registering with the maître d as “Mr. Famished.” causing laughter when they called out his name.
Though California established, he stood above the crowd in a sensibility of tradition. I never saw this teacher idle or in smug phrases without caring about others, lifting us all up in the deepest love in solid integrity. I, as others, had interviewed him once for a spiritual group and the transparent love was the predominant factor, much too innocent in origin to be compared with any other groups. It was like watching a ballet of sorts.
He serenely ‘flowed’ through the most difficult seeming of circumstances while being vigilantly alert with a deep sense of personal responsibility- much as a spiritual father patiently clarifying each word with such tender dedication, perceiving everything and everyone way beyond the physical into our true intent, karma and heart. But with the care of a concerned mentor. He showed how the teaching was not a ‘weird’ lifestyle but a solidly workable practice within the modern Los Angeles environment of a family, town home, park, pool, school, etc. Everything was touched with his magic.
When I later took walks in the park with him and his wife I was surprised to see him involved in regularly comforting many people that few knew about. An elderly widower lost in grief, a neighbor in chemotherapy, a local animal rescue group who he helped for many years. He actually took off his shoes and gave them to barefoot panhandlers patting them on the back. Never a mean word to say. “If you cannot say something nice keep silent. You have then blessed someone with your silence.” “The heart speaks kindness.”
I was here today because my dedication to weekly phone appointments had enabled me to remain in the original inner circle, those of us with him since the beginning, remaining invited to private close students events and feasts given by his family. This was generally symphonic evening candlelight suppers and discourse. Robert Adams had three major groups, the first two of several decades and then a brief several years in urban focused Los Angeles, which unfortunately has resulted in ‘students’ inaccurately emphasizing this as his primary group. It is heartbreaking to see those he patiently helped with horrendous ongoing personal problems and behaviors attempting to found careers on distributing self invented false personal interpretations of him. As our culture teaches, purity is jaded into representing their own era and experiences in a self idolatry rather than the clearing spiritual virtues of integrity and truth. I believe in my humble observance, that he saw all as they are inside, for lifetimes, and for this reason allowed his pure inner circle of gentle devotees of pure character to gather together only here.
He then left, after his time in LA, to spend time in Sedona at a groups ongoing request. There he was tour busses arrived daily to the then frail teacher residing in a beautiful mountaintop home with his wife and children, considered the crème de la crème of the philosophical and social community there, both much loved by the town, invited to many prominent local events and benefits, as I saw in the videos, waving like a kid in his red Mickey Mouse running cap, in his evening walks with his wife.
All of this made today so special to me. I had just relocated back into Los Angeles, teaching at college. I was now invited to the Inner Circle events, a sort of reunion for most of us originals. And what a time it was. Now looking back it seems magical in an ancient Knights of the Round Table sort of way! It very much resembled the good- natured higher wise ideals like the character in the old film with Vanessa Redgrave. And then there was his unearthly existence as if in an altruistically amused peace.
All real spiritual leaders shine in the most traditional of circumstances as a vessel of love. My teachers concern reminded me of when you care for your little kittens and puppies with all the love in your heart, teaching them how to find the peace he had. I did not realize how empty my life was until joining his family who he glowed around, lit up like a light bulb. Many of us watched little Laila grow up into a nun, artist and a beautiful spiritual teacher. I was also blessed to be invited to his children’s birthday parties that their father allowed no general students into other than Dr. Warner.
So on this base, I felt as if somehow the celestial gates had opened arriving at any inner circle event in the beautiful village complex. This was my life priority. Nothing came before that. I realized that now. I hope my maturity in thankfulness shines through this reflection realizing the rarity it was. Spirituality became very real, and everyone was their most exalted, best self-possible. It was real, mystical, altering and humbling in sincerity, but still indescribable.
As usual our teacher had on an all white kurta (Men’s Indian kurta shirt Hand embroidered Tunic Top Cotton) in the luxurious temple atmosphere of his womb- like home so filled with love. My seat had a calligraphy supper tag on it in the respectful formality of his traditional English wife, who was at the time a fairly well known designer with formal wear in Nordstrom, May Co., and others. We had always referred to her as golden heart because she had a heart of gold, welcoming any student in need and providing celebrations in their honor when they had no one. I was home. I began to remember.
Everywhere was shining Robert Adams and became a temple of such deep touching peace, unexplainable. This wisdom was acting on the virtues, an ability to see beyond words to the heart. The elegance was innate; grace was overflowing. Love was richly expansive. The evening began with what we called ‘hugs from heaven’. The women wore long beautiful eastern dresses in honor of the host in her tinkling bracelets and twinkly laugh. Everyone was greeted with such sincere care; we were arriving in a portal to honest love. I often wonder if anyone ever thanked them. It was not the way of spiritual gatherings. Most realize too late.
In my ‘spiritual me me me’ ignorance Robert speaks of, I honestly regret I never did. The evening passed like a warm balminess, we sat around the long glass supper table in the golden light of dozens of candles. Our hearts melting into one another, this spiritual ‘giant’ Robert Adams at the head of the table smiling at all, asking of our personal cares, ‘How is your dog?’ “Is your mother feeling better?” “How have you been feeling lately?”
It was after dinner that the symphony of souls came alive, under the light of the leader of souls. We all sat around Robert Adams on the beautiful Persian rug that covered the living room floor, each holding our china cups of Chai and little desert plates of! gulab& juman and Indian sweets. One of Robert Adams favorite bandara celebration Indian sweets, this is common in ashrams.
Robert glowed as if in his natural origin. He folded his hands in the golden light, sitting on the velvet chair his daughter gave him, smiling genuinely. In his practical vein of unique flair, this spiritual teacher had a celestial air about him, an unusual saintly way of gentleness, I believe some called him the St. Francis of the West, but was more than aware of the nature of humanity and our exile from the bliss and consciousness which he lived in. Because of this, each question and answer seemed to emerge from a completely different universe than the first, each student always generally floored by the exactness of the conveyance, with a heart opening that made it experiential rather than mental.
Usually teachers attempting this genre are extremely spacey, abdicating all self responsibility for our actions and failed relationships with wide berthed generalizations that are not spiritually valid, or they are steel cold ‘orbs’ as Robert Adams refers to the overly intellectualized running from tenderness, rife with parental rejection. I appreciated that he never supported the disease of carelessly stating that traditional religious practice is invalid such as the current epidemic of teachers claiming they are above practices and devotions but do nothing but talk and seek students, in a cycle of dissatisfaction. But here, our teacher was the supreme master of both the mental clarity and the tenderness that is required to really understand any impact of change in spiritual being-ness. He spent as much time listening to the live music, life updates on the well- being of the guests, comforting, as in his life altering discourse.
“The love we feel here, tonight, is the Truth of the universe. It is the love behind all things. It is Ultimate Reality.”
He paused, as each word somehow seemed to beat with a living heart.
As usual the air seemed to heighten as if we were driving up a mountain. There was a new altitude. I almost wanted to pop my ears. In psychic esoteric schools, this is evidence of breaking though one stagnant state of perception into a higher one, usually through the help of a master who has access to that altitude. He continued. I changed positions, sipping the last sips of hot tea fragrant with cardamom and sweet cream. I was home again in higher truths.
An even sweeter warmth was filling the room as in the original days. Time seemed to stop. Because we had all met together through the years, keeping a family connection, there was complete unconditional support for one another. I appreciated the complete trust and comfort in our code of mutual respect. Everyone seemed at once ancient and modern, ‘yearning for freedom’ and safe in the feeling of his or her own original divinity, beyond anything that has ever happened, will happen or could happen.
“Your realization of this love is exemplified by your acting on it. Does it emanate from you? Do you love others? Do you feel compassion for one another’s suffering? Does love emanate from you? The supernal does not need to try to feel this love, for it is behind everything in this world. However, only those who have surrendered to the Will of the Supreme perceive it.”
“Robert, as an emergency room nurse I find that if I allow this love to flow through me for each patient, I feel crushed when they suffer or do not respond to treatment. Is it because I am not meditating on God as Ultimate Reality enough?”
“You are an asset to humanity. You are serving God all of the time. It is better to serve God as you do than to imagine that you are spiritual by doing nothing.” She was deeply moved. “When you let the Supreme through you, rather than limiting it to your humanhood, you expand it to the eternal connection. God gives you peace. You do everything you can to alleviate the suffering of others. Absolutely everything. And yet somehow, if your heart is pure, you find peace.
For you know that God is in control. Do not tell yourself that others suffering do not matter because God is in control. Not at all. Instead, raise yourself up. All the way up. Dive into God until you feel it. Allow this peace to guide you. As I have said, allow God to work through you.”
He remained in this peace whether walking on the beach, listening to music at the Hollywood Bowl with his family every season in his love of music, or deeply and compassionately listening to others problems. It was all there.
I remember walking out to stand upon the little wooden bridge over the trickling brook leading to his front door for a moment in the evening moonlight as they opened the door to the night breeze and a rush of rose incense and wafts of his flower garden filled the air. The beautiful music trickled outside. I could hear Robert Adams and his wife laughing with some children there and as I peeked in, he got up to jokingly dance with two toddlers, holding hands in a circle as they beamed in delight. Everyone clapped and laughed. This was our inner circle.
I now see that he was first and foremost, a man of peace. A man of children and family. A man of gentle ways. Yet it was not due to an absence of a granite foundation and clarity. No matter how many intellectual theologians attempted to circle around words and ambiguous ‘everything is relative’ theories, he simply smiled and shook his head. “Quite the contrary. Eternal Truth, Ultimate All Pervading Reality, God, is Unchanging. The Laws of Correct Living do not change. The laws of karma do not change. God as the world is Reality. It is the sun behind the clouds that you wish to identify with, for this is Truth. The mind wishes to play games with words to rationalize the egos bad behavior. However, all true religions agree on the same principles. All spiritual giants say the same things. Cling to this and be Free. Be in peace.”
As I look back now in understanding of the beautiful subtleties of his manifestation, I see that the beauty, the warmth, the classy formalities in representing the highest of human presentations in humility, was reflecting the natural order of human beings- before they become lost in rebellion or depression, driven by resentments and ambitions, hardened hearts leading us astray into stormy seas. We so it all. We are soon crossing out the simple but only values of life. Kindness. Innocent laughter. A true friend there to help you who really cares. I got it.
“As you are unfolding spread sunshine to all you meet. In this way you are manifesting your true nature.” It was’t my going to local satang’s and talking for hours in spiritual conversations of many groups and ideas that amounted to anything of value, because when it all came down to it, what everyone wants is the craving of the soul, to connect with God in one another, in kindness. Being wanted, being ‘good’, for we are brothers and sisters. And yet we are One. Without that, all of the rest is just a search for the basics. But at the time, I was simply attending a rare evening of happiness where for a moment all was well with the world, and of course you think it will be there forever. “Everything is pre-ordained. Everything you do or say is seen by The Heart of God.”
Later I walked down to the pool to look up at the moon with some ladies and his selfless wife who put a silk shawl around my shoulders and had me laughing in girl giggles so hard that my serious persona melted away to my inner spiritual little girl “Take care of people and give and God will bless you.” Wow. Talk about throwing pearls to swine I don’t think I fully absorbed and applied the true answers to the basics until many years later.
That was the way it was, a slice of heaven for a time. But it is here all the time. We were all unconditionally embraced in the warmest of family love, service to all, deep profound leaving of this static physical realm to float in the higher awareness of a perfect love as his words permeated us, the candles flickered lighting up the sparkles on hanging Indian fabrics on the wall, little dogs sitting at attention on each side of Robert. Whether walking on the beach or being interviewed for magazines, he treated all with clear respect and dignity.
The questions of how to handle the route living outside of this that in comparison is so very lacking in fulfillment and joy, is now answered in clarity. We can create for ourselves what he taught us, and we ignite the most beautiful aspects of ‘the virtues’ by our own will if we rise above the “me, me, me, how can I feel good, how can I get a spiritual high?” into the sublime beauty that he lives in. We fell. We can rise. We can change anything in a moment.
“I call you to a higher vision. Stand tall. Raise yourself up. This earth is not your home. There is another world of love, beauty, and happiness. Which one will you identify with?” “This life is a dream. Yet it can be a joyful one.”
How do I preserve and remain in this little slice of heaven in that woodsy waterfall town home world of delight where I entered the magical kingdom of a king beyond all kings? I stop myself when I find myself looking at it from the perspective of a past experience, and I ask myself, as he said to, how have I changed from this? How am I manifesting it? Have I become a better person? I remember he and his daughter going to hospice and reading spiritual books to the patients two nights a week. I never had this with my father, but Robert Adams managed to be a true father selflessly to so many. How then, do I really thank him? How do I look back and see, yes, I did ‘unfold’, surely.
Am I more loving, patient, are my ‘bad habits disappearing?” Is ‘the peace lasting longer and longer?” I serve this sage through offering my services to his institute with love, telling the truth of how he changed so many with his kindness, where I feel him alive and well. I send him my gratitude everyday; I make sure that I am a ‘bright and shining’ kind, dutiful representative of one who listened to a true master, representing his gifts well. I make sure I am changing everyday, not remaining static in my wheel of repetitive habits waiting for time to forward my evolution. That was not what it was about.
If I missed that, I missed everything. “Are you really progressing? Be honest with yourself. ” I should have surrendered all of my anger by now, I should be doing silent little things for people nobody notices, the lady in the post office who is invisible, the couple down the street who walk so slowly and lonely around the block everyday with no sign of company. Serving God through them, living in my True Self. I need to increase my time devoted to compassionate inquiry, holy singing, reading the same discourse over and over and over until I change. These are the ways I keep it really alive- going beyond time and partings, honoring the living memories until everything is still and beautiful in the one time that is beyond time. Pure love. Because ‘true love never changes’.
Years later to our pain, in outer body he began to become ill and his doctor recommended a smaller town home in the same neighborhood for easier acclimation, his children and adopted nieces now in graduate school, so he simply moved across the street, across from the same park, where he faced a tropical landscape with a winding brook from his patio, continuing his dawn park walks for many years. I arrived several times for English tea and listened to his children play harp, some next door to care for him after graduate school and joining together for their candlelight suppers. This little jewel of light in a big city shone so very brightly, in love.
I recently drove past the town home gardens where we all gathered then, those of us originating from way back in college days when we sat at the feet of a younger man in white suits who seemed a puff of flower in his sweetness, shooting beams of happiness, then suddenly turned the room into what I call ‘the bliss factor’.
I noticed that his home and the neighboring one were now for sale. I could live next door to the Masters home and dwell in the love beyond all loves. But alas, an extra five hundred thousand dollars was not at my disposal, and so I moved into the kingdom where we all remain together. The kingdom of my heart. And there it will remain until we all meet again.
“There is no beginning. There is no end. There is only Infinity.” Jai Robert Jai Robert Adams for all you have given now and forever. Peace. Until we all meet again. Thank you from all of our hearts. “ I am aware of each one of you.”
Marla Connelly- Kaur Los Angeles California
The Pure Form Teaching
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ROBERT ADAMS, HUMOR AND THE HEALERS
It was a Saturday morning. My days had mutated into a grayish blur of sameness. I halfheartedly attempted to redefine the low key monotony and the loneliness as ‘being in the silence’ but in reality I honestly had little happiness in my strict schedule. I sensed the value there, taking a ‘tragedy’ (a relative passed) and pulling it up into reading, practices and healthy vegetarian diet. But there is a slow silent seriousness that is not divine that grows and ferments like a mildew when we reduce our world to ourselves. Or to a few in only same type lives.
I had received permission to drop a present for Mrs. Adams at the door during the weekend, and leave. It was a special teacup set from the UK I picked up there, because her hospitable, warming and welcoming ‘tea parties’ were legendary. No one ever just had a bare bones appointment. We were treated like a long lost friend. Exotic Indian teas and refreshments instantly appeared. The light peeked out of the darkness for a moment then in my route ‘just the facts Ma'am’ uninteresting world.
I drove up to the home in the afternoon, hearing warm laughter, tinkling cooking, and the sounds of happiness inside. It reflected what I wanted to hear inside of my own life. Inside of my own being. I turned to quickly leave after leaving the pretty wrapped package on the steps. To my chagrin and unpreparedness, the door suddenly flung open! I instantly put my hands to my uncombed hair and stepped back in surprise. There stood Robert. But not just Robert. There was each and every trinket, hanging healing magnet, herb pocket, beads, pouch, copper healing bracelet, and well wishing healing implement that students had presented to him as gifts in Sunday gatherings. And he wore each and every one! Hanging from his neck in bunches over a crisp white shirt, and from his wrists. Clearly over two dozen.
In addition to this, he had a huge bright green smoothie in a tall clear glass in his hand. He peered at me over bright red glasses. He wore a bright red Mickey Mouse Designedly baseball cap. It was a kaleidoscope of color. Startlingly graceful, handsome, very dignified and so upright in his usual composed stillness, he smiled at me. ‘Good afternoon!”
“Oh Robert… I did not mean to disturb you. I brought the gift for her, here it is.”
I clumsily picked up the box and handed it to him, he was standing there radiating friendliness.
Looking closer, I saw tiny, penalized decorative straight pins and bead encrusted closed pins clinging to the magnets hanging around his neck. He acknowledged my surprise. “This is the healing magnet you gave me. Three other people gave me one. They said, ‘Robert, do you ever wear or use the things we give you? So I thought I would wear them. All at once. Today. For all of you.” I paused, then suddenly dropped my hands from my hair and laughed freely. Happily and openly. The dross disappeared from my mind like a moth flying away. I had forgotten the funny things of life. The freedom of sheer cleansing laughter. It has been so long. This too, this was a part of life. If we let it be.
His body had began to display illness some years before. It was a source of grief for his wife. He often made it humorous for her, never wanting her to feel grief. I realized that the decorative pins were a part of her design art compositions. He must have leaned on something where they were and the magnets picked it all up. He just drank his juice. Robert had become an embodiment of ‘good cheer’ for my day, for my mind. I had forgotten how wonderful laughter of this variety felt.
CARROT JUICE AND DELI DELIGHT
My one moment of observing the Masters heart is sweet but reverberating in depth. Spending nine months in a Zendo had calmed the internal equilibrium, but the personal heart revealed that I needed more. I noticed the writings of Robert Adams because they spoke to me on a different level. No one else dared speak of the personal heart, of what occurs in precision after death, of serious illness, of service. These are rudimentary in thousand year old paths. They are non existent in American non dualism - invariably bows to the vacant eyed who avoid such areas.
I had received confirmation that a rare ‘lunch appointment’ was occasionally possible since this unusual teacher did not appear other than at satsangs. What a treat. The biggest treat was noting that while everyone was finished and waiting for him by the entrance I asked another guest what he was waiting for. “Every lunch date, no matter where or when, he orders a large vegetarian sandwich and a large carrot juice to go for his daughter. Every week. With every new guest. Then he returns and he brings it for her. Sometimes they share it together. He never omits this. We always wait.” I 'pondered' this. An ‘upper echelon’ guru of world standing who won’t eat a lunch out without bringing a gift for his daughter. I never experienced that in a Zendo. If there is a ‘heart of the teacher’ aha moment, this was it. Unexpected, touching and pure. Just like the Master himself.
"The sweetest fruit is rare and few, far to find." This favorite quote says it all.
Few People Are Aware....
Few people are aware that Robert was not a ‘full time’ teacher, (an 'alternative' figure of any sort) uninterested in the large masses of invitations that arrived daily from major spiritual organizations. From Teachers, celebrities and groups proposing ideas to join the American spiritual craze of becoming ‘big’. He spoke of this occasionally. “America thinks spirituality is three hundred dollar retreats. The Saints and sages are usually unknown, humbly going about their business. But they are in bliss. They are in God.”
He always smiled kindly reading requests for his presence daily all over the world. I know because I was there, assisting in opening mail for Robert and his assistant. In their presence, those requesting him, he often appeared as a lamb among wolves. Each debating, self conscious of their projection and impact on others, while Robert Adams, easily the most pleasant to gaze upon and sweetest to talk to, spent the time asking each one how they were doing personally, how were their wives or husbands, children and pets. Taken aback, they would tilt their head curiously, wondering why he cared, when this important opportunity was before him to acquire a following, increase prestige, and impress. But they were struck by the power of his Truth. The all pervading power of it. They were sincere in their attempt to grasp what our culture extols as success, the admiration of others. The question comes, if others who are in suffering are admiring you who are in suffering, who is stopping the suffering? The mirage of seeking what is not of substance fails to fill the heart.
Few people are aware of how extraordinarily self disciplined Robert Adams lived each day and action, cheerfully and without fanfare, without minimalizing others harmless fun and frolic. Robert Adams never asked anyone to stop having healthy innocent fun, in fact always said in his home, “have fun!”. However, this was of the variety of playing with animals, going to beautiful concerts, having large laughter filled parties with children or bandharas with his students. He corrected sour types who attempted to utilize teachings to ‘excuse bad behavior, gossip about others’ or generally blow the wind out of other peoples sails.
He ate formally three times a day at a formally set table, in a relaxed, very ordered manner, often with candlelight. He never slept past the rising of the sun, walking for miles and miles. He never asked anyone to be silent on the mundane level, rather to dive within to find the Silence of God on their own in their own choice. He never ate meat, never had meat, cigarettes or similar substances in his home. He got up and left films or concerts with ‘vile’ words, ideas or abuse, generally anything other than g rated. Yet never did he go out of his way to ‘brag’ lecture about this. “When you begin to find Truth, all of these things will fall away. They will have no attraction to you. If you wish to accelerate your progression, you may do this of your own free will. Now.”
Few people are aware that his precious wife has shared early times that Robert was an athletic type in early life, but not in the competitive sense. His outer form was a reflection of the Brahman class, devoid of brute aggression pride or ego, tall, refined, and in athlete build. He walked everywhere, swam for hours deep into the ocean, mountain climbed, spent large amounts of time in nature, and surrounded himself with flowers, gardens, and devoted himself to his children to an extraordinary degree, as that found and described in the ancient Vedas on householder life.
Few people are aware that Robert never held satsang that was completely devoted to ‘silence’ in which he never spoke a word. Many leaders who are unfamiliar with an extemporaneous flow of inner wisdom from upper realms, mistakenly refer to Robert Adams, to simply sit there in silence.
Few people are aware that Robert actually spoke aloud over five hundred completely extemporaneous Discourses, utilizing Silence as the conscious experience of those already elevated by his directive words, to ‘have a direct experience of God.” It was the love that astounded. The love that poured and poured. What is the Silence? Robert: "The Silence is Happiness. They are the same. The Silence is God. They are the same. The Silence is Presence. They are the same.”
Few people are aware that Robert listened extensively to music. His environments were saturated with joyful music. Chant played in his home throughout the day and night. He also played gospel and classical. Music played. Children laughed. He always went out of his way to make people happy. Never neutral. Never accepting grim surrender. Never encouraging us to thing we are nothing in the literal sense, but everything in the spiritual sense. Everything wonderful. "Are you Bright and Shining today? Are you feeling Bright and Shining?" He never sat ‘still’ while someone was suffering. He never remained ‘silent’ and looked at them. He always brought them up. Up to remembering. The ending to it all is happy. It is happy now, unchanging, eternal. waiting. His tenderness utilized simple humanity to express boundless infinity. The depth of his cavernous substance and character put pundits to shame.
He only welcomed them with love. All are welcome. Bask in the wellspring of return to holiness, love.