In 1977 I returned home to my parents at the age of 30; feeling like a total failure. In 1978 I met a woman who was a TM meditator and she urged me to start meditating; which I did. I was then lent ‘Autobiography of a Yogi’ by a different TM meditator to whom it had been lent by a TM teacher. When I reached the chapter on Master Mahashaya, the following words of Master hit me like a ton of bricks: “Now a consciousness of separation from my Divine Mother was an indescribable torture of the spirit. I fell moaning to the floor.” I myself started to sob! Nothing was ever the same again …