The Abode of Yoga

If 1986 was the year of personal breakthroughs for me, then 1987 was the year that I simply broke. It started with a phone call from Ashrita in early April 1987, just before Celebrations began. “Smile of the Beyond, may I help you?” “Yogaloy? It’s Ashrita.” Ashrita was the official messenger to and from Guru. Something was wrong. From all of the phone calls I had had with him the previous summer about my sister Liz , I recognized the tone of his voice. “What’s up,” I asked. “Yogaloy, Guru wants you to be careful. He’s received complaints that you’re becoming too friendly with Jayanti.” The hair on the back of my neck stood up. I was stunned. “When I spoke to Guru," Ashrita continued, "he said ‘Yogaloy is a saint,’ but he wants you to be careful.” He paused. It seemed like Ashrita was waiting for a response from me to carry back to Guru. My head was spinning. “Thanks,” I said, and hung up the phone. Jayanti is Ketan’s little sister. At the time, I was about to turn 22, Keta...