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A Journey to God: Beyond Christianity
A Journey to God: Beyond Christianity
A Journey to God: Beyond Christianity
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A story of Truth and Hope
A compelling read...
Do not belittle any religion or give
predominance to any single religion
-Sathya Sai Baba
A Journey to God charts a story from
Taiwan to Los Angeles, giving an
insight into addiction, breakdown &
recovery. Leading to recognition of the
guru Sathya Sai Baba, the avatar of the
age.
John Birchall is a graduate of Brown
University and resides in Ireland.
LanguageEnglish
PublisherAuthorHouse
Release dateSep 27, 2013
ISBN9781491815106
A Journey to God: Beyond Christianity

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    A Journey to God - John P. Birchall

    Contents

    Acknowledgement:

    Addendums:

    Travel:

    Love Is All

    Love Is All

    Sathya Sai Baba

    To my loving parents

    Acknowledgement:

    I wish to thank Patrick Gallivan who helped me get this book published and to Audrey McLoughlin who assisted with the editing.

    I began this book a long time ago.

    First when I left the US (Los Angeles), when my close friend, Sid Luft, was talking about writing his autobiography; I felt like writing mine. I had to come a long way since then. But a story has been in me since I was a child, since at a young age I found reading autobiographies the best read (I especially remember David Niven’s ‘The Moon’s a Balloon’and J.P. Getty’s ‘As I see it’).

    However, this story is all about meeting Swami—His is the True Story—I am blessed to be part of it.

    It all began on an airplane from London to New York, back in 1990.

    I was supposed to go back to Singapore where I was working for my friend Giovanni Agnelli Jnr. at the time. It was a perilous journey. So many things were going on with me and the world. Saddam Hussein was sabre-rattling in the Gulf and massing troops on the Kuwaiti border. (Evil and darkness was abounding). Meanwhile, I had spent the guts of a year living in Singapore on a consultancy contract for Piaggio; the Vespa motor scooter company. I was on my own there, reporting back to Italy, where the management was in change. Though I was friend to Giovanni, I didn’t report directly to him. I was full of tension. I was trying to do my best at the job and self-obsessed about it. I felt a super consciousness drive for change. I needed to stop smoking and began exercising heavily ‘to get into shape’! The more I tried stopping smoking, the more I drank (obsessively) alcohol.

    Anyhow, I came back to Italy for a management meeting with our Indonesian licensees—’Dan motors P.T.’ (Run by Hans Tabaluyan). Nothing was changing. I was caught between representing the Italian management and their Chinese counterparts in Asia, and whilst I could determine both their needs—they couldn’t see eye to eye.

    I was stressed.

    So I had this idea that instead of going back directly to Singapore, where the same meeting was scheduled and I was sure there would be no new outcome (and I would be ‘stuck in the middle’), I decided to go the long way—A Round the World trip! First I would go to New York to see my friend Nicholas, canvas for a financial position (look for a new job while still doing my work for Piaggio); Go to Los Angeles then Tokyo, possibly to see my old friend and President Takeo Suzuki, finally reaching Singapore, in time for the scheduled meeting!!

    Utter foolishness.

    I had gone on many Round-the-World trips before this as a student—(BA & United Airlines had very good rates at the time), but nothing so condensed and pressurized. In addition to this, I had just spent the weekend, after leaving Pisa, at home in Dublin visiting my father and family. I had spent the Saturday night, drinking pints of Guinness, with my dear old Uncle Davy in the traditional old pub of Grace’s in Dunlavin (Co Wicklow). I was drinking heavily.

    By the time I was being driven to the airport Sunday morning, I was severely dehydrated and suffering a terrible hangover. (At the time, I was feeling a nervous knot in my stomach—’driven on this journey’).

    They put me in the First Class lounge at Heathrow because I complained about something and it was there that I started to feel hyper-sensitive about things. I remember eyeing a strikingly beautiful blonde in the lounge, young, tall, attractive and turned away as she boarded a plane to

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