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I was sitting on a mountain ledge high in the foothills near Mount Whitney musing upon the joyful, ecstatic feeling permeating my chest and lighting up my heart. Then it hit me it was the same feeling as falling in love.

I had puzzled over this since the day this feeling first erupted within me from out of nowhere, while sitting doing nothing. What was this feeling? It was so familiar, yet I couldn't place it perhaps because it occurred outside of the usual context.

The recognition stunned me so simple, so mundane, yet so incredibly wonderful. But, who or what was I "in love" with?

Rewind back a few months before. As a member of Self Realization Fellowship (SRF), I was doing my best to follow the lessons (a "prove it yourself" program of study and practice that they offer), but whenever I sat for more than a few minutes to practice the offered meditation technique, it not only seemed like days, but every nerve in my body registered greater involvement in fire making the sedentary state evermore intolerable. As a result I gave up meditation and pursued other practices outside of SRF.

I happened upon an odd and quite blond woman who calls herself Shastina. On the eve of the conjunction in 1976, upon the request of the Elohim, she consented to introduce the world to something she calls The Garment of Light, a manifestation from the heart of the Universe to restore "Love's Intent" to us all. Yes, I was skeptical, but so many times in the past I have been wrong, so I quipped that "it couldn't hurt," and gave it a try.

The results were subtle, and gradual, but clear, so I kept it up. Finally after eight years of "light treatments", I was with her at the Brown Pelican in Santa Barbara fed and ready for my next session. Shastina often has no home of her own and relies on friends to provide her places to both work and crash. That afternoon, plans changed and no place was available. I said, "why not on the beach?" She had no reason, so I dug a sleeping bag out of the trunk of my car and we walked to a place beyond a small estuary and back near a cliff where we would not interfere with the moderate foot traffic.

I unrolled and unzipped the bag and laid it out, blanket style, and then laid myself down on it, face up, as was customary for this function. She chimed her Tibetan bowl and began her relaxation and invocation litany as I drifted into my usual state of slumber.

When I awoke, prominent against the darkness imposed by my still closed eyelids was the churning kaleidoscopic

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