Chapter 17: Founding the Religion of Adidam

An Excerpt from The Promised God-Man Is Here
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The Adept of Love

Avatar Adi Da began His Work among Westerners, and it was among Westerners that He first established the religion of Adidam. But His urge to Bless beings has always been universal and is not limited by race or culture. To the native Fijians of Naitauba, Avatar Adi Da Samraj is known as “Turaga Dau Loloma Vunirarama”, “The Great Lord [Turaga] Who Is The Divine Adept [Dau] Of The Divine Love [Loloma] and The Self-Radiant Divine Source and Substance [Vu] Of [ni] The Divine ’Brightness’ [Rarama]”. They remember the event recounted here with joy and gratitude as one of the great demonstrations of the meaning of Turaga Dau Loloma’s Name.

It was the evening of January 10, 1989, and word was spreading around the Ashram village that Turaga Dau Loloma had left for Ciqomi (the Fijian village) by the shortest possible route. At the same time, He sent word that Charles Seage, His personal physician, and Mo Whiteside, a devotee who spoke Fijian, should meet Him there. He had just been told that an old man, Finau, the father of Solo (the Fijian elder who sat in the church with Avatar Adi Da in 1983), was slipping into a coma and losing his hold on life.

Charles and Mo arrived ahead of Dau Loloma and found Solo sitting in the meeting house, drinking kava.

Mo told Solo, “Dau Loloma is coming to see Finau.”

“Ah, vinaka (good),” said Solo.

Solo looked at Mo for a moment, and then it dawned on him. “Right now?” he asked.

“Yes. Tonight.”

Charles helped Solo wash Finau while the family spread their most valuable mats on the floor and prepared their house for Dau Loloma’s arrival.

Solo then stood in front of his home waiting to greet Dau Loloma. In the distance, he could hear the engine of the Land Cruiser bringing Dau Loloma to Ciqomi. As Dau Loloma stepped out of the car, the villagers witnessed His gentle way. An orange shawl hung over His Shoulders. He walked past the members of Finau’s family to put His arms around Solo and kissed him, and they walked together, arm in arm, into the house.

Finau lay on his side in a bed in a small room. Dau Loloma stood next to the bed, His staff in hand, looking intently on Finau. Finau’s chest heaved, as he gasped for air.

Dau Loloma sat down on the edge of Finau’s bed. He leaned down, His face very close to the old man’s. Softly, He took Finau’s left hand and held it in His lap. He placed His other hand on Finau’s small shoulder. Then, very lightly, so as not to startle him, Dau Loloma massaged Finau’s emaciated, struggling body.

Finau’s eyes slowly opened, and Dau Loloma held Finau in His arms. From the hallway, Solo and the others watched. Each breath was a struggle for Finau. He seemed to be afraid and in pain. He tried to respond to Dau Loloma, but he could not speak or move. Yet Dau Loloma responded to his feeble attempts to communicate. He understood Finau perfectly. Dau Loloma held Finau close and whispered, “Tcha” and “Hmm”. A tear fell from the old man’s sunken eyes down his long dark face. His lips parted, and his face widened with a fragile smile.

The hands of Dau Loloma were kind to Finau’s body, massaging and relaxing him. By touch, and by speech, and by glance, Dau Loloma was easing Finau toward his transition.

As Finau’s outer awareness subsided, Dau Loloma moved him into a more relaxed position, lying on his back. Now Dau Loloma put His hand on Finau’s head. He placed His thumb on Finau’s forehead between and just above the eyes. Finau’s eyes squinted closed—not in pain, but as a sign that his awareness was ascending beyond the agony of his fear and the dying mass of flesh.

Dau Loloma moved His right hand over Finau’s heart and kept His other hand on Finau’s head. Dau Loloma breathed deeply and slowly, and finally the old man’s breath became calm and even.

With Finau at peace, Dau Loloma removed the orange shawl He was wearing, lifted Finau’s body, and tucked the shawl around him. Finau lay calmly in Dau Loloma’s care. The two were so peaceful together in the dimly lit room, they seemed in another world.

Dau Loloma stood, His eyes still fixed on Finau. He stepped back and reached for His staff.

Solo, Charles, and Mo had watched everything from the adjoining living room. Solo’s young son, Pita, was there, too. And there were women huddled outside the house, peering in through the open windows. Dau Loloma embraced Solo again and held him close. Dau Loloma’s Love can draw out what a man otherwise conceals in his heart. The sorrow, the difficult thoughts, and the feelings of loss were all rising in Solo. Death’s message to the living is that all who live will die. But Dau Loloma’s Message, though He never spoke a word, was that Finau’s death was part of a living process—not an ending, but a mysterious transformation. Dau Loloma’s Body was a bridge of intimacy between a dying man, his grieving son, and the Supreme Reality that Perfectly Transcends the events of life and death.

Dau Loloma finally released Solo, and He and Solo parted. Through tears of gratitude, Solo watched from the porch of his home as Dau Loloma stepped into the waiting vehicle. Dau Loloma called back, “Solo”, and motioned him over to the window of the car. He took off His indigo hat and pressed it snugly on Solo’s head. Minerva, Solo’s daughter, came to the front door of the house, and Dau Loloma waved goodbye to her.

On the way up the hill and out onto the road leading back to the Matrix, Dau Loloma was quiet.

Finau died the following day—January 11, 1989.