The Spiritual Pilgrimage of Stanley Protrowski
Tim Campbell
After several hours of continual expansion, I entered a place beyond
fear, time or space: into self - a door inside. And seeing out of
seeing eyes, I passed up through tangibility to simple awareness. Up up
to view a self (myself) flaming blue. Up through a rainbow - violet,
pink, white, gold, silver, and radiant Buddha - then beyond,
violently now, through whites untold; then to life before the presence
of a transparent sphere divided in quarters pulsating with life. Thus
climaxed my first STP trip on the East Coast in 1968.
Shortly afterward I found myself in Haight-Ashbury. They were blowing
up Telegraph Avenue and firing weapons. This was the 1968 riots. I was
really spaced out. I went to Portland, Oregon - no shoes on my feet
and just a poncho blanket & a pair of blue jeans. Pupils dilated, hair
frazzled, and unable to speak, I entered Portland...
After many changes too extensive to expound on, I found myself alone in
a primitive area of Colorado, staying in a lean-to, living on roots and
herbs. I found myself taking morning baths in a stream of melted snow;
my yogic training allowed my body to adjust to temperatures. I had
several vivid visions and dreams...
I meditated atop the great pyramid of Ghiza...I traveled to India,
visiting psychically-developed individuals...
...One night while meditating in their living room in the presence of a
member of the family, the room filled with a brilliant blue light, and
from a central sphere of energy a voice spoke, saying, "Come and find
me." Intuitively I knew the voice was from the Himalayan mountain
range and set my mind and heart on determining how to reach this
"being" immediately...
After receiving my visa and arriving in New Delhi, I stayed at the
Krishna Ashram in Vrendaven for a short period of time...
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