Issue 99 | The Sun Magazine

February 1984

Readers Write

Middle Age

Faint shoots of morning light, a thirty year old nose, a cool Fall October afternoon

By Our Readers


Do not think you will necessarily be aware of your own enlightenment.


Essays, Memoirs, & True Stories

What In The Name Of God?

We’ve got to appreciate that the “New Age” is not immune to corruption, sophisticated fundamentalism, empire-building, or sincere delusion. In any age, a variety of appealing fads will be taking place alongside genuine spiritual evolution. The decision to surrender to a teaching or teacher is not one to be taken lightly.

By Bo Lozoff
Essays, Memoirs, & True Stories

Miracle Of Love

A Collection Of Stories About Neem Karoli Baba

At this point Maharaj-ji said, “Oh, I didn’t realize you were so attached to money.” And with that he took a set of tongs, reached into the fire, and began pulling new, unburned rupee notes from the fire until he had returned all the rupees to the sadhu. After that, the sadhu did not sit on Maharaj-ji’s tucket anymore — but at his feet.

By Ram Dass
Essays, Memoirs, & True Stories

Through The Bars

Letters From Prison

I can’t know for sure what you need to do. All I’m giving you is my opinion, and you have to sort it all out and make your own decisions. But I do want to be straight with you about what my opinion is, because it’s 180 degrees from how you interpreted it. I think you should try a radical change of environment and interests. If you keep revolving your entire life around the trauma you went through, it might make good Hollywood movie stuff, but I don’t think it will meet your deepest needs.

By Bo Lozoff
Essays, Memoirs, & True Stories

The Word Accomplished

Who asks me for directions when Man has such wonderful maps? I have no maps, for in all my kingdom there is only one road and I have made it easy for you to find: just ask your Holy Spirit at any time of the day or night and it will lead you there.

Words By A.B. Christopher With Etchings By Natalia d’Arbeloff
Essays, Memoirs, & True Stories

Hard Learning: A Diary

May 1. My vanity was injured because my self-revelation, my skilled dissection of my outsize half of the relationship, didn’t beguile him.

By Stephanie Mills

The Very Last Supper

“Unique” is not the word to describe the messiah who came to stay with us. “Awesome” does better and “eerie” gets closer to home. . . . What I call eerie was his expression. His lips were always poised as if he were about to speak. But he never did, not a word. It got on my nerves.

By Franklin Mills