The old question one always wants to ask of a holy man on some mountain top - "What is the most important thing in life?". I found an old dirty yogi sitting with a bunch of his followers near a temple where he was smoking dope. Not someone I wanted to ask advice of nor that I even respected.
I had thought, up until this encounter, that I could judge who was a spiritual person. I had this idea of what a real guru would look like and sound like and even act like. This man was none of above. What happened with this group of Nath yogis blew my mind and got me rethinking my narrow point of view.
This is a story of a trip to India in 2004 with a good friend. We were both in search of life meaning - both of us were Vietnam War veterans.
