Reflections on the Pilgrimage - 1
When I first started out, my tunic read PEACE
PILGRIM on the front and Walking Coast
to Coast for Peace on the back. Through
the years the message on the back changed
from Walking 10,000 Miles for World
Disarmament to Walking 25,000 Miles for
Peace and ending with the present message
of 25,000 Miles on Foot for Peace. This
walking has taken me several times into the
forty-eight states and into Mexico and into all
ten Canadian provinces.
I finished counting miles of walking in
Washington, D.C. in the fall of 1964. I said to
myself, “25,000 miles is enough to count.” It kept
me tied to the main highways where mileages
are recorded on road maps. They’re not good
places to meet people. They’re just good places
to count miles. Now I’m free to walk where
people are. Also, mileages are not given for my
favorite places to walk: beaches, forest paths and
mountain trails.
Some things don’t seem so difficult, like going
without food. I seldom miss more than three
to four meals in a row and I never even think
about food until it is offered. The most I have
gone without food is three days, and then
Mother Nature provided my food — apples
that had fallen from a tree. I once fasted as a
prayer discipline for 45 days, so I know how
long one can go without food! My problem
is not how to get enough to eat; it’s how to
graciously avoid getting too much. Everyone
wants to over-feed me!
Going without sleep would be harder, although I
can miss one night’s sleep and I don’t mind. Every
once in a while I miss a night’s sleep, but not for
some time now. The last time was September of
1977 when I was in a truck stop. I had intended to
sleep a little but it was such a busy truck stop that
I spent all night talking to truck drivers. The first
thing after I went in, a truck driver who’d seen
me on television wanted to buy me some food. I
sat in a corner booth.
Then truck drivers started to arrive, and it was just
one wave of truck drivers after another that were
standing there and asking me questions, and so
forth. I actually talked to them all night and I never
did get to do any sleeping. After a while somebody
offered me breakfast and I ate that and left.
Another time, a truck driver pulled his truck to the
side of the road and said, “I heard you say over
television something about that endless energy
and I just wanted to tell you I had it one time. I
was marooned in a town by a flood. I got so bored
that I finally offered to help and I got interested
in getting people out. I worked without eating,
I worked without sleeping, and I wasn’t tired...
But I don’t have it anymore.” I said, “Well, what
are you working for now?” “Money,” he said. I
said, “That should be quite incidental. You have
the endless energy only when you are working
for the good of the whole — you have to stop
working for your little selfish interests.”
That’s the secret of it. In this world you are given
as you give!I usually average twenty-five miles a day walking,
depending upon how many people stop to talk to
me along the way. I have gone up to fifty miles in
one day to keep an appointment or because there
was no shelter available.
On very cold nights I walk through the night
to keep warm. When the days are very warm I
do a lot of walking at night to avoid the heat. I
have walked when the nights were filled with the
scent of honeysuckle, the sight of fireflies and the
sound of whippoorwills.
Once a six foot fellow, confident he could outwalk
me, walked with me for 33 miles. When he gave
up, his feet were blistered and his muscles ached.
He was walking on his own strength; I wasn’t! I
was walking on that endless energy that comes
from inner peace.
Another time a woman asked me if she could
accompany me on the pilgrimage. She told me
she wanted to get away from “that husband”
of hers. Maybe she did have a calling, but her
motive was not the highest. Another lady who
wished to accompany me for a day could barely
walk by afternoon. I sent her home by bus!
I have never experienced any danger on my
walks. One time a couple of drunks did follow me
in a car, but when I moved off the road they left.
Only once has anyone ever thrown something at
me: a man in a speeding truck threw a fistful of
crumpled dollar bills. I simply gave them to the
next church where I spoke.
A college student once asked me if I had ever
been mugged. “Mugged?” I answered. “You
would have to be a crazy person to mug me — I
haven’t a penny to my name!”
There was a time when I was walking out of
town at sunset and a well-to-do couple in a big
house called me over. They had read about my
pilgrimage and felt it was their Christian duty to
warn me that ahead on the way lay a very wicked
place called ‘South of the Border.’
They just wanted to warn me not to go near that
place. They did not offer food or shelter, however,
so I walked on for several hours. It was a very
dark night with a heavy cloud cover and all of a
sudden it started to rain. Big drops were coming
down, and I was carrying a lot of unanswered
mail. I looked for a place where there might be
a shelter and nearby I saw a combination - gas
station, restaurant and motel. I ducked under the
roof over the gas pumps and started to put the
unanswered mail into the front of my tunic so it
A disease might be treated by a
medicine prescribed by a doctor
. But one
can’t survive on medicine or tonics all
the me for vigorous health. If you want
to sustain good health, you will have to
use the knowledge of prevenve care
and maintaining vigor. Only the spark
of knowledge could uproot avarice,
desperaon, tension, apprehension,
sorrow, and other mental weaknesses and
psychological complaints, which make
our lives burdensome. All the prosperity
and might of the world together cannot
control these complexies; rather they
tend to augment the vices and worries in
the absence of proper knowledge. True
knowledge alone is the key to peace and
happiness in this life and the life beyond.
- Acharya Shriram Sharma
Life is a pilgrimage. The wise man does not rest by the roadside inns. He marches direct to
the illimitable domain of eternal bliss, his ultimate destination. - Swami Sivananda
30 AKHAND JYOTI Jan.-Feb. 2018
wouldn’t get wet. The man from the gas station
came running out and said, “Don’t stand out there
in the rain, come into the restaurant.”
The man in the restaurant said, “Oh, we read all
about you, and we would like to offer you a dinner
or anything you want.” By that time I realized
where I was. I was in ‘South of the Border.’ The
man from the motel was sitting across the table
from me and he gave me a room for the night.
They also gave me breakfast the next morning.
There may have been gambling in the back room;
something was going on there. But they treated
me in a much more Christian fashion than those
who warned me against them. It just demonstrates
my point that there is good in everybody.
I have received hospitality in the most unusual
places. These have included a conference table
in the Florence, Arizona, city hall and the seat of
a fire engine in Tombstone, Arizona. Once I was
inadvertently locked for thirteen hours in an icy
gas station restroom. My accommodations were
quiet and private, although somewhat chilly!
I sleep equally well in a soft bed or on the grass
beside the road. If I am given food and shelter,
fine. If not, I’m just as happy. Many times I am
given shelter by total strangers. When hospitality
is not available there are always bus depots,
railroad stations and all night truck stops.
I remember being offered a queen size bed at
a fashionable motel one evening and the next
evening space on the concrete floor of a twentyfour
hour gasoline station. I slept equally well
on both. Several times a friendly sheriff would
unlock the door of an unoccupied jail cell. When
no shelter is available to me, I sleep in the fields
or by the side of the road with God to guard me.
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