Betrayal

Spitting Buddha in the Eye

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My enlightenment — if I dare call it that, perhaps I should just call it Light Experience — took place ten or so o’clock in the morning. That same day, in the evening, I smoked hashish. To this day, more than fifty years later, I still consider this a betrayal, a deep betrayal. A betrayal of this experience, a betrayal of the Light, and Karma has been hounding me about it ever since — though it…