Robert Adams
Robert lacked the affectations of so many of those purporting to be teachers. Many of those around him seemed to venerate him; others talked of some magical awakening; still others of his supposed siddhis. But to me he was in the best possible sense of the term, an ordinary man.
He spoke of freedom from his own direct experience, rather than from some imagined image, rationalization, or pseudo-understanding. His words were direct, and pure without artifice. He was open and welcoming to all that occurred, including his own rather serious physical difficulties. Wonderful to see such freedom amidst bodily illness.
A nice quiet presence in the midst of the noise inside most folk who pretend to be something special. I very much enjoyed my time with him. When he spoke it was not from some text or script or epiphany or knowledge, but from the heart and from his own true freedom. It seemed to me that he had nothing to gain or lose. I liked too that although his body was in distress he was not. Robert’s attention never wavered - pure and still.
Very lovely, and a fine example of what is possible.
