Al Miner & Lama Sing

When I was in my late twenties, I had the incredible good fortune (or destiny) to discover a very unique spiritual teacher. I have never before in my travels met anyone with a spiritual teacher quite like mine. I believe I have been incredibly blessed to have this extraordinary opportunity all these many years.

My teacher’s name is Lama Sing. Lama Sing is not a person you can touch or see in the usual sense. Lama Sing is a spirit that speaks through the voice box of the wonderfully gifted psychic, Al Miner (photo at right). This process is known as trance-channeling. Although trance- channeling sounded a bit strange to me at first, a little bit of library research revealed that it has been a part of human experience for a long, long time.

Simply stated, the process of trance-channeling is as follows: first, Al places himself into a very deep meditative state (i.e. sleep). Once this is achieved, Lama Sing begins to speak through his voice box. Because Al is asleep, he must like the rest of us, listen to a tape recording of the session to find out what Lama Sing has said.

Lama Sing has been speaking through Al since 1973. Up until 1945, he spoke to those on the earth through the voice box of another psychic, the famous “Sleeping Prophet,” Edgar Cayce. To learn more about Edgar Cayce visit your local library (or click here) as his life and works are extensively documented. To visit a website devoted to Al Miner and the teachings of Lama Sing, click here.

Lama Sing is playful, fun-loving, and very wise. Roxanne and I have had Lama Sing do life-readings for both of our children upon their births. We have also had numerous personal readings done for the two of us, as well as, health-readings for various family members in times of crisis. The information obtained has allowed us to cure various illnesses, avoid serious surgeries, and has given us the higher insight needed to make the most of our daily lives.

Lama Sing is gentle and compassionate, but he has always pushed us to let go of our limitations in the pursuit of the very best within us. Because of all we have shared over these many years, Lama Sing is loved dearly by both Roxanne and I. It is not an exaggeration to say we talk of Lama Sing as if he was a member of our family.

Roxanne and I will also be forever grateful to both Al and Lama Sing for all the help, encouragement and guidance they gave us while making our cassettes and CDs. We know it was only with their assistance that we were able to create such effective and powerful tools of transformation.

Because I have been so fortunate to receive this guidance for so long, I would like to share with you a little bit of what I have learned. Please remember that what is found here is merely the very small tip of an immense iceberg of information. I sincerely hope you will find the same comfort and strength while reading them as Roxanne and I have.


  • Reincarnation is a FACT!
  • Mankind’s greatest illusion is that life on the Earth is all there is.
  • The true Spiritual reality of the Earth is much grander than it appears to be, say, on a gloomy Monday morning when our alarm clock goes off too early finding us tired, cranky, and suffering from lack of sleep.
  • Life is eternal! There is no “death,” only change. When one has accomplished what they have come to this world to do, it is simply time to move on to the next experience.
  • There is never an accidental death. Even if the death appears random or by chance from our earthly perspective, it is not so. No one dies with out his or her prior consent at a higher soul level.
  • We are never alone. Everyone is being guided by angels, spirit guides, and by God Himself, at all times.
  • It is an honor to live on the planet earth. We have in many cases waited a long time for this opportunity and now that we have it we should endeavor to make the most of it.
  • We choose our families, time and place of birth, and our general life circumstances before we are born.
  • All religions are the “right” religion for those who practice them. Everyone has different needs and God, being unlimited, can reach out to each and every individual soul in a unique way. Therefore, we should never judge another’s choice of religion or belief.
  • All religions teach the same basic truths and lead their followers to the same destination (God).
  • All things are possible with God.
  • Prayer is our greatest power. All prayer is answered in the highest and best way, although the effect is not always visible to those of us on earth.
  • Everyone would benefit from daily meditation. During meditation we are especially open and receptive to spiritual guidance. Luckily, people often “meditate” without even knowing it, such as when listening to soft music or gazing out a window, etc.
  • Being in the right place at the right time is the result of right thinking and following your intuitive guidance.
  • When a person “dies” they experience what they expect to experience (i.e., if they expect to be greeted by Jesus, Buddha, Krishna, or Baha’ullah, etc. they is what they will experience. It should be remembered these highly spiritually evolved entities are capable of being in many places at the same time.
  • It is important not to have overly strong addictions to the pleasures of the earth, such as money, food, drugs, alcohol, tobacco, or sex- as they can keep an entity earth-bound upon their death for great lengths of time. Much effort would then have to be taken from the spiritual realms to “rescue” them.
  • All of us humans started out eons ago as what we refer to today as “angels”. Now, when we use the term “angels,” we mean those of God’s children who have never chosen to live in a finite, flesh and blood body.
  • They ask, what is the point? “You guys (those of us in physical bodies) left oneness with God to embark on a great and perilous journey only to have as your ultimate destination the return to oneness with God. Why did you not just stay in oneness in the first place and avoid the entire hassle?”   Good question!
  • We, that have chosen to experience life in the flesh are admired by the angels for our bravery, courage and respected for our hard-won  wisdom.
  • K+E=W (IE., Knowledge plus Experience equals Wisdom).
  • THERE IS NO DEVIL! The Devil is merely a thought-form created by the imagination of man. He DOES NOT EXIST!. So you can stop checking your closet and under the bed for that little red-coated gentleman.
  • No soul is ever lost or destroyed. God loves all his children- including  even Hitler, Stalin, and every other evil monster throughout the course of humanity’s long history.
  • Speaking of history- our current culture does not have a clue as to how far back human history really goes.  Atlantis, and other so-called “myths” of great civilizations of the past are true.
  • Even those people we refer to today as the “Ancient Egyptians” themselves did not have a clue as to how the pyramids got there.
  • Although many other highly evolved spiritual masters have lived here besides Jesus, he is considered the master soul of the earth plane. All souls, whether they consciously realize it or not during a particular lifetime, know and love Jesus.
  • Jesus did not come to the earth to “die” for our sins. He came to inspire humanity by demonstrating the level of consciousness that all of us as God’s children can attain.



Please, dear friends, accept in your hearts the truth of your eternal being. It is just so very important for you to know this. Know that in the grand complex celestial scheme the hand of God is ever upon and would not forsake thee.


Your present earth life is very precious. It is a wondrous opportunity for you to express, to grow, to meet past incompleted works, and to create works of hope and joy for the future.

The reality of the earth is profound. It is meaningful. If it were not, then what purpose would be the opportunity? If you can not test the mettle of your spirit through “real” experiences and opportunities, how can the outcome be assessed in any degree of meaningfulness?

You must strengthen your spirit, your focus, and oneness with God. So doing enhances all else. The inner is eternal and the flow should be from within to without. All things are possible with God! Nothing is impossible unto any of God’s children if they believe. That belief must radiate from within and be complete. All things are possible with God- no qualifiers.

The Law of Grace does supercede the Law of Karma. In the twinkling of an eye, the Law of Grace can bring to an end that which may otherwise take many lifetimes of profound karmic interactions. What is the action required to enact the Law of Grace? You must ask! God’s power is unlimited, omnipotent, and all present. If you believe it, it is so. Be an active participant with God. Do what you know to do and more will be given.

The awakening of the spiritual pattern within is often awakened by the apparent limitations without. Given the stimulus to motivate, many entities can do far more than they ever believed themselves possible.


Once the flesh body has been lain aside, the eternal body is free in a sense to continue determining its pathways and purposes. Death, in the sense of the term in your plane, implies a finality of being. In the truth of God’s being there is no death- only change.

“Death” is a joyful experience. It is one that should be looked at with a joyous reverence. It is much similar to returning to a place that has been very dear to you in the past. It is somewhat like going home.


Clear your minds occasionally. Remove the clutter and those effects which are brought about through daily living in a society which, in a general sense, has forgotten its own voyage. What are the best mechanisms for clearing away cluttered thoughts? Meditation, of course. Prayer for some. Interaction with groups, as in those whom pray together. Service to others often cleanses and clears clutter from one’s mind. And my how this delights the spirit and mind.


Meditation is being at one with God, being attuned to God. You know your wants, you know your desires, your goals, your purposes, your ideal. Certainly give enough credit to God that He too knows. And then enter into your meditation seeking His light. Build from that light then a tranquility to know that all your thoughts have an effect upon all things.


It does not mean that for a karmic action in a past lifetime one must live an entire lifetime to balance with it. Time is not of the significance that you purport it to be on your plane. It is rather that you progress in one, two or twenty lifetimes until your mind and heart are merged in the understanding of the completeness of that karmic action. Once this is accomplished, (and it may be so in one day’s existence or in one hundred thousand days—your choice) then the karmic pattern is balanced and you will choose to go on.


Always remember that God is ever loving. That he would not abandon thee. God’ greatest gift to you in terms of a tool, a mechanism, is prayer. Prayer is the accepting of what is already yours.


Question – Is it true that if we think hard enough on something we will get it if it is good for us and is not for selfish reasons?

Lama Sing: We would find that not only is this statement very often true, but unfortunately many times it is true even if what you want is not good for you, see.

Question – So if we think on something hard enough, even if it is not good for us we can receive that also?

Lama Sing: You are not limited by God, you are limited by self. Your ability to create is not dictated by God. You create for yourself and you experience as an individual. If you experience according to the precise wishes of another being you would be a puppet. This you are not. You are individual co-creators with God. Rightfully, your limitations are self-imposed.


This soul is performing a benevolent act. Please bear in mind, dear friends, that it is not always a joy to remain on the earth plane. These souls are acting out of the need and loving kindness to that of other souls yet remaining on the earth plane. And consider that those who are learning through this experience could not obtain this knowledge in any other singular way. Also the presence of their soul or spiritual force on the earth plane, even though their mind and body may not seem alert by your standards, may be performing great works with others whom are in duress on the earth plane. Very often many of the spiritual forces that are felt in the earth plane in healing works are these same entities who lovingly retain their bodies just to be present with their spiritual force to give Light from the Master to those children in need, you see. Think again next when you meet one such.


Each evening tide when you are slumbering you experience things which you consider dreams. Some of you hold little value in these. You often state that it must have been this or that which I have eaten, or this cross word that someone has stated to me, or various other elements or excuses. In effect it is the cumulative attitude of your conscious being to that point which has brought about the need for the spiritual self to portray those illustrations which can be as a guide or as a directive force to correct your pathway. Of course many beneficial acts are performed in this way. Many blessings are given in this way and the Master’s Touch is often felt in this way more so than any other.


You must love yourselves, dear friends. For thou art the living God as well as thy neighbor.


The question truly is, can one force a Child of God to remain if they do not wish? We believe the answer to this is obvious. You can sustain the physical body but we assure you you cannot captivate a soul. All souls, all beings, belong to God. If the spirit is not present you merely have a combination of chemicals functioning in a pre-ordained method on the earth plane, you see.


This particular dis-ease is perhaps the singular easiest one for those of you whom understand your own abilities and position with God as what you call healers. This one is the easiest one in terms of that which you can conquer. For it exists in mind alone. And the reaction of the cerebral-spinal system and its related systems, and the secretive ability of toxins, cannot be destroyed externally, for they are internally produced, you see. My! My! It is taking your white-coated gentlemen a long time to figure that one out, is it not?

Good thought is perhaps the most important factor in dealing with the dis-ease of cancer. For the thought is the controlling factor in the rebuilding of the body and to the restoration of any cells that are imbalanced.

Your whole body is replaced very rapidly. If this is so, what is the pattern or image? Certainly dis-ease is not the condition which the cells would chose to follow. Thus, there must be some controlling force directing or overriding that of the initial or divine pattern.

As the entity Edgar (Cayce) has given, many foods are very good in balancing the body’s vibratory pattern towards keeping these conditions of imbalance from occurring. These would be almonds to be sure. We would find in some citrus, in teas, in grapes; these all have the certain acidics which tend to blend with the amino acid structure of a body in the physical sense.

Lastly, do avoid hate, stress, and greed. These will certainly build conditions cancerous in any body.


One would do well to celebrate the achievement of another soul whom has gone forward rather than mourn them so grievously. Give honor to them. But the sadness should be as it was by the native Americans some eight to fifteen hundred years previously.

These native Americans often would place themselves around the body of a departed comrade and would be made to sit before this body for day after day until they could completely release all thoughts they held for this entity both good and bad. Until they could, with a clear heart, send love and wish that entity well in his next life, the entity was not permitted to be consumed. Those who were aware of such things identified the entities holding these bonds. It would often be many many days before the entity was allowed to be consumed by the forces from which he was created.

The moral of the story is this: That to tie one’s mental thoughts to another entity in the aspect that one would hold them to the earth plane, is a very difficult thing to unravel for them when they arrive on other realms. It is diminishing to their strength. It is clouding to their awareness. They would diligently pray for thee not only to release them but also to once again find the complete joy and happiness that is rightfully belonging to you.

But we understand the love that is involved here. We would only suggest that when you depart from the ceremony, please leave any bonds, any ties there, you see. Think only wishes of the continued journey and good happiness, awaiting the time when you can commune with them again.


Understand that each entity near thee at this time is dealing with certain points of balance at their soul’s reference point. Be ever loving in your understanding towards them. Be kindly to them that they will progress. And note how they will take you with them just a step further.


It has begun. The awakening is transpiring. The opportunity is many-fold and made manifest to all. And, indeed, it is a cause for rejoicing. It is, as we gave it some time past in earth year measure, the quickening of spirit, the electrifying realization of the power of God within each of his children. And the capacity to perceive the creative essence of God still at work in the fields and forests, in the heavens and deep within the earth. An unfolding… an evolutionary spiral of spiritual awakening, the pinnacle of which contains the potential for becoming at one with the Father again.


Faith is that tool which can easily overcome fear. Fear is a consumptive energy that requires fuel to perpetuate itself. The submission of your own free will to fear is the fuel upon which fear feeds. Fear cannot grow; it cannot flourish, without that which it needs in the energy spectrum. Faith does not nourish fear. Faith is an energy which is self-expanding and which perpetuates itself by its own seeds. Fear is parasitic in that regard and must have a host.

The beauty of faith is that it cannot be eliminated. It cannot be destroyed. There are occasions where your faith can be momentarily obscured by events that, perhaps, habit may cause you to think momentarily that the outer has the power. But in time, you will be brought those evidential happenings that will show you over and over again that there is naught greater than your faith.

Fear not that which lies before thee. Go forward with joy knowing that God is ever present. Throw out doubt and fear like an empty container!


You began in the earth plane as a child; truly without knowledge of the earth plane, its effects, its influences, and the customs which prevail at the time. Now (as an adult) you are somewhat assessed and knowledgeable in terms of these influences. But you have forgotten one thing as a result. That you are the sum total of your experiences, and that God is with you as a force to help mold you into something that you would more so desire.

A child knows this. A child feels the freedom, a genuine love and delight for life. There is rarely a moment wherein the child cannot find some activity, some influence which is joyous, awesome, and inspiring.

And so we would encourage here; be childish in some senses. As the Master has stated, “thee must be as small children in order to enter the kingdom of God”.


Share all joys and all sorrows with your child. That betwixt the two the child shall know contrast, depth, breadth. Shield not the entity in the ways of the earth, but let the child see them and know them. Protect from injury and harm, yet guide so the entity shall know the reality of the earth plane’s experiences.

Let the child cast an eye upon darkness, that light shall ever be seen in its own brilliance and luster, and known for its oneness with God.

Let the child taste of those foods and those things which sour in the mouth, that the entity may know then the infiniteness of the sweetness of the foods of God.

Guide the child in every thought, that there should be seen the understanding of another’s shortcomings. Then the entity can thusly meet her own as she walks through life.

Teach the child how to fail, and to love all of those whom are present to witness same. And to understand that from failure comes the greatest of all growths, for there is love and there is preparation in that which has an objective un-obtained, and yet a spirit still bold, loving and full of Light.

Teach the child to win; that there can be grace, compassion, and yet pride in a goal obtained.

Teach the child fear and sadness. That these can be shed easily and without concern or inhibition. That so much the brighter can the heart sing out, and the notes of laughter be heard in her voice.

Bring forth all truths, be they of the earth plane or realms eternal. That the child can behold these and choose from among those gems, those pearls which shall bedeck her being, her soul.

Teach respect of elders, for theirs is the way of the earth plane and its knowledge, current and past. That the child can share in the glory and grandeur of knowledge and convert it to wisdom by its use.

Teach the child compassion to those whom are infirmed. And as well, give guidance that the entity share not pity but prayer and love for that of their choosing.

Guide the child in ways of wickedness. That the entity shall see these the testings of spirit, and know them as the step stones which they are unto purity of heart, mind and body.

Travel with the child across different lands. That the entity shall see the sun caress many different terrains so that the entity shall know that God has created so many different peoples for the beauty of the earth to behold.

Teach the child in the ways of the ancients, that these shall be carried forward. And that these shall be merged and married to the times and activities of the present.

And above all, give to the child thy love as a fellow soul. Not as a parent, a peer, or an elder; but ever as the most dear thing in the universe—a friend.


It is very pleasant to view a soul whom has newly entered the earth plane. For there is always brilliance, and a warmth; an intense light and a warmth around such.


God is a universal force which surrounds all things, whether they are considered living or innate. Growing up is a process of learning to accept yourself as a part of that God. Though many would see God simply as a viable force, a tremendous creative force without individual nature or characteristic and without form, we quickly assure you that we have oft times seen God expressed as a being, and as a being whom has light, whom has form. It is that God would give thee that which you need to relate to Him.

So, growing up is a process of accepting your oneness with God. It is the process of relearning many things learned in the past. Reapplying them so as to gain a bit more in the total understanding. Remember that your soul is always in rapport with God. Know that you have a continual association with the universe, with all things, with all activities, and with all entities.

Learn to accept yourself as the equal of all others and all others the equal of self. Understand that life is intended to bring joy, and happiness, and fulfillment. And the actions of hostile nature which are found often in the earth plane are merely the frustrations of souls unable to express these points.

Spend some time each day in prayer. And we are not suggesting that you merely recite a prayer from memory again and again, and then consider your daily task fulfilled.

What we are stating in humbleness is, in addition to a prayer of familiarity, speak silently to God within self. Or aloud if you wish. And do so in a familiar and warm way; that you would know God as a part of your living and breathing self, that you would know of the Father as a part of the daily activities. You will find them to be filled with such warmth continually, with so much respect and admiration for yourself, and for all things.

When you view challenges in the earth plane view them from the position that nothing is impossible to you if you will have faith. And then approach these things in life in accord with your desires. This means daily, dear child, reflect upon what you wish from life. How do you wish to build in this lifetime? Consider that experiences are momentary. Consider that material things are always in a state of change, and thus do not remain. And know that your thoughts, your attitudes and your emotions are eternal, for they become a part of the living self which is at one with God.

One need not wander about speaking of God in loud tones so as to draw attention to self, or an attempt to make others see as you do. But rather to live as an example of that which is desired to be imitated, or to be followed, because it brings beauty.

Do these things then and revere and honor those about you. Consider parents to be blessed souls whom are cooperating with thy soul, and share with them love and kindness. Do the same with all about thee, and this shall be returned to thee.

Hasten not into the experiences in the earth plane which are of the material, but study them carefully and meditate upon them, seeing self in the possible options which exist. And then after reflection you will be guided, and you will know of the properness of each activity in accord with your plan, your purpose.

Live by an ideal, and live in accord with that ideal in the pursuit of goals. Choose goals, distant targets towards which your life is directed, that are in harmony with your chosen ideal.


Do not concern, it is just the callings of a soul who did not want to be on thy plane half as much as you think. Whenever we are encountering a very new physical body in those planes it is somewhat humorous, in a loving sense of course, to observe the activities of that soul forced so soon to manipulate a human body. It is very difficult for these little ones. Please be patient with these small ones, for they are doing the best they can. It is an awkward apparatus, you see.

Be mindful this soul is ever listening and absorbing all actions, all thoughts, all activities about him. The soul may enter the earth plane with geometrically the greatest ability to learn at the point of entering, which diminishes as it ages, or loses somewhat the faculties of sensing and intuition.


Such entities, generally speaking, would be found to be victims of excessive pollution of their bodies, excessive absorption of various toxins– — not the least of which are aluminum salts.

Generally speaking, aluminum salts are extremely detrimental to the physical body, largely because of their properties which are such that they remain inert in the body. It is extremely difficult for the body– if at all possible for some bodies – to cause the aluminum salt particles to be dissolved. Anatomically, they are inert: thus, the types of acidics which would actually change them in the biochemical or electrochemical sense are not normally those found in physical bodies. When such acidics are produced, these then can cause by-products which are damaging to the cells and to the infrastructure of the cell. Largely, the nuclei of the cell becomes deformed, causing errant or migrant cell structure, and you know the earth terminology for that, don’t you?


Write down your intent on a piece of paper, hold it between you’re your palms when meditating, and then place the crystal on same, folded over, while you are gone about your day’s activities. Reaffirm that in the evening and in the morning, repeatedly, until all is well.


If eyeglasses are needed, use them… for all things are of God. See? Given with a note of loving humor. Is it possible to rid yourself of these things? Of course. Is it possible for you to believe that? In your belief, in your faith, you open yourself. There may be those activities and habits, past and present, which are causing this limitation to the sight. You may need to find the cause or causes using guided meditation or by examining your dreams. If this is an end result of another cause, then it will recur in some other way, even if you cure this or bring it into a state of well-being. See?


There is an aspect of God which allows for the instantaneous change of any event or circumstance in existence. And that is called God’s grace, or the Law of Grace. This does not mean that you can simply perform any thought, any action or deed that you wish, knowing that when you have completed it you can simply say, “Oh, well. Father, I call upon thy grace to bail me out of this situation.” (Given with a note of loving humor.) For the universal laws are perfect; they are God. And you are, as well, perfect; and, therefore, you cannot hoodwink self into believing that is so. At some level within self, you know you must meet the result of your work.Having performed an act which you believe now, in retrospect, was ill conceived or not in accordance with your ideal, should you lament, should you grieve, should you feel guilt and dreadful remorse over having committed that act? Perhaps you should. Why? Because you are going to do it anyway, no matter what we say to you, that is human nature.Now, we are not contradicting our earlier comments above, for the law is perfect. But it does not mean you cannot grow. The law is intended to inspire growth, and it is through growth of understanding and through increased awareness of self that one can, in essence, escape harvesting in like kind. In other words, once you realize that your thinking, your action, has been out of character, out of conformance to your ideal, your purpose, and your goal; spend time in analysis. Use meditation and prayer, to understand the forces that motivated you to take the action in the first place. And as you do so remember to forgive all those involved. Repeat this process until you can view the entire event without an emotional reaction of guilt or anger towards anyone, including self. Find the purpose; find the factor which contributes to growth and understanding which was a part of the experience.Therein you are working with the Law of Grace. You cannot abandon an act by simply stating that you are abandoning it under the Law of Grace. An action must be met with an equal reaction. Simply stating “I now apply the Law of Grace,” though it could function that quickly, usually does not. For the opportunities presented in the earth and other realms such as it are for growth, and that would simply be throwing away that opportunity for growth, thereby necessitating that you encounter another such opportunity for growth in the future. If you do not learn the first time, you will cause there to be another event like in nature—and another, and another, until you gain from it. See? As a man thinketh in his heart (and that applies to woman, too —with a note of loving humor), so they are. Even though you can hide your thoughts, to the larger extent from others around you in your realm, you are destined to become them, to encounter them. Thoughts which you hold repetitively and with intensity build more rapidly the resulting thought form.

So what is a thought? It is the creative force of God handed to you, for you to do with it as you will. It is that quality of God which has been and ever shall be his gift to you, in accordance with your choice, your free-will decision, to do with as you shall.


Certainly! He hears them all, as do we (the Lama Sing Grouping) whom humbly serve him. But remember this: Let your prayer be joyful. If you pray and muster forth the greatest attitude of love and joy that you can, the resulting prayer that you issue shouts forth across the universe. Not as a harsh voice yelling and bellowing, but as a dazzling, mind-boggling array of light and beautiful music offered to all existence. But if you meekly and wearily and in a state of absence of love and the absence of joy, mechanically recite, “Our Father, whom art in heaven, hallowed be thy name,” it is likened unto whispering in the wind.When you pray henceforth, wait until you feel an attitude of joy and love before doing so. Then pray. And watch. Keep a journal. Observe yourself and your life. Observe the effects of your work. Want to see miracles? Want to do them? Then try this. But with sincerity, not in the sense of drudgery or a rote or dogma. If that’s to be the attitude, then don’t bother. It won’t work.


When you arise, do what you must to become a functioning individual in the earth. In other words, to wake up and immediately begin to think, “I am loved. I am filled with joy. The Father’s joy is within me. His love abounds. God and I are one.” Think these thoughts or vary them to suit your needs. But think in terms of love and joy throughout that day. Strive to bring an attitude of love and joy into all that you do.


Experience is largely, when viewed from the earth, based essentially upon trial and error. It is better to try and err than do nothing at all. There is no gain if you simply remain idle and stationary.

Working in some direction is better than inactivity. For inactivity is a stagnation of the soul at the physical level. One should attempt all times, my friends, to remain active, vital, and alert in your physical plane. That you might much better do the same on another plane in the future.


True love is a state of harmony. Harmony with all things. A state of oneness. A state of attunement with the ideal within, wherein the channeling forth of that signal from self is as close as possible to the channeling of the God force and God love from within. In such instances, most all entities that you encounter would feel this and be attracted to you, in one way or another.


Deny dis-ease. Do not affirm the presence of dis-ease. But do not deny those things which have allowed the dis-ease to make it self manifest. Dis-ease is a condition that has made it’s way into the expression of the earth by way of those conditions, thoughts, and attitudes and emotions which allow a less than perfect image to result. Dis-ease forms itself in the mind and emotion before it manifests into the physical.


Put God first… all things thereafter follow, easily.ON SELF-CONTROL:

The purpose of life in the earth, in all realms, of all experience, is to learn control. Not control of others or of your domain, but the control of self, that you become the master of your own will.


The natural forces of the earth plane tend to purify all that are about them. It is for this reason that we often suggest to entities to abide themselves for a time by the sea, in the mountains, in a meadow or glen. This way they will become cleansed of those errant thoughts that have been troubling them.


A spirit guide’s purpose is to help an entity develop an acceptance of guidance from God, not from they. They act as advisors, as counselors. Their guidance is intentionally brought forward in subtle ways so as to urge you to continually seek within.

If your guides were to appear before you daily and give you verbal instructions, would you not grow to depend upon their daily appearance and instructions? Or would you seek from an unseen, undiscovered, source (God) within self? If you are truthful you will state that you would wait for the being (guide) to appear, as it is far easier. And so you purposely do not see your guides. They do not appear visibly and they do not speak to you directly in most cases. Rather they function through urges, intuitive guidance. The appearance of things which you would call just too coincidental are the workings of your guides.

Within the limits of God’s Laws, your guides can manipulate the physical. They can arrange occurrences, events, within the limits of your will and Gods Law. And they can make it very apparent that a certain choice is not wise by bringing to you all manner of subtle hints. To stub a toe, to lose a book, to misplace something, to find an object long lost. To suddenly see the reappearance of a name repeatedly. To find a number occurring again and again on a certain day of that same number.

Daily meditation will help you become more aware of your guide’s presence and their urgings to seek from within self. Also, the practice of pausing a moment before responding or reacting to situations on the earth plane, allowing the higher self to reflect and make contact with the guides. This is one of the very best methods you can employ.


Do all you know to do the very best you know how to do it and the universal forces will come to your aid.


One must learn to recognize that there is an ever-present abundance available through God’s oneness with you. For as one recognizes His abundance, one realizes that one doesn’t need to store things. God’s abundance will provide for you in any time of need.


When the body is weary, fatigued- or has within its confines dross (waste)- it is very good for same to be immersed in a warm bath container for a period of soaking no less than twenty earth minutes, and unnecessary to exceed twenty-five or thirty. Add to the bath container approximately one-cup measurement of Epson salts -magnesium salts- as they are called, per sixty pounds of body weight, in general. Thus, if your weight were one hundred and twenty pounds you would have approximately two cups of salts of Epson.

If you are particularly excessively fatigued and have the presence of drosses, increase this slightly by a half-cup or more. We would not exceed four cups of Epson salts in any one bath container, as this could be too disruptive to the endocrine, and the

etheromagnetic forces-“the life forces” – which are contained in each body.

The process is one that is defined here as a “soak”. You are not in actuality bathing in this water as such. Immerse the body as completely as you can and rest, relax, allow yourself to be mindful of the presence of GOD in your daily life. The warmer the water, the better. Though do NOT be excessive and cause any harm to the epidermal. After the soak has been completed – approximately twenty-five minutes later- we should remove the body and cleanse it thoroughly with a mild, non-chemical soap, such as coca butter extract or some natural form of soap containing NO – or very little- chemical additives to it.

Your epidermal will be extremely receptive at this time, and chemicals in the soap could penetrate and be absorbed into the system. You will find, at this point, your body is covered with a slight film of dross, and elements, toxins, residuals, which are being excreted by the body. This process has helped this, and now you should remove this from the body, else it may be reabsorbed through the epidermal- thus the reason for showering, or washing off the body thoroughly.

Thereafter, wrap the body warmly and keep the body VERY warm. Then it is best to rest for forty-five to ninety earth minutes. Lie prone, keep very warm, keep the back flat and straight as is possible. Hands to the side, legs straight out, and if you are in a process or schedule of massage, this is an excellent time for the massage to be applied. The body will be very receptive to the balms or ointments used, and to the manipulation of the visceral membrane and other portions of the body structure. It is an excellent time for meditation. You will be cleansed of errant thoughts and you attitude should be very receptive.


My inner guidance is telling me that although I could go on much, much longer it is time for me to stop typing. I believe I have put down enough information here so that you should be able to get an idea of the power and profound beauty of the Lama Sing Readings.

What is here is, of course, just the very small tip of a very large iceberg. Lama Sing has been communicating to those of us on the Earth through the channel, Al Miner, since 1973.In that time he has given thousands of tape recorded readings on just about every subject imaginable.

Since 1986, Roxanne and I have been members of a very special group of Lama Sing students called the “Voyagers.” The “Voyagers” are various entities like ourselves scattered around the world which take part in various learning, prayer and healing activities under Lama Sing’s direction. We feel that this has been one of the most valuable learning experiences of our lives and both Roxanne and I will be forever grateful to Al and Lama Sing for this wonderful opportunity.

Every six months or so, the Voyagers begin what is referred to as a new “project”. In the past these projects have covered a wide range of subjects, i.e. Dreams, Spiritual Attunement, Prayer, Universal laws, Abundance, Creating Miracles, to name but a few. These projects are open to all that feel “guided” to take them.

If you would like a list of the Lama Sing lectures that are available to purchase, or to learn more about an upcoming Project, please contact Al Miner at his website

My Muhammad Ali Story – The Greatest Meets His Greatest Fan

Just about everyone accepts by now that Muhammad Ali is the Greatest Heavyweight Champion of all times. Oh, some old-timers will still sometimes bring up Rocky Marciano or Joe Louis, and some on the younger side of forty will once in awhile bring up Mike Tyson or Lennox Lewis and say they might have beaten Ali. Years ago such blasphemy would have prompted me to launch into a lecture overwhelmingly filled with facts, figures, and statistics to prove such a position faulty, erroneous, and downright wrong. But not any longer.

As I have gotten older and learned a bit more hard-won wisdom, I have gained a number of helpful insights to help my human relationships run more smoothly, perhaps the most important of which is that even fools are entitled to their opinion. Just for the record, however, I cannot resist offering my considered opinion that Marciano was too small, Louis too slow, Tyson too easily frustrated, and Lewis too easily knocked out to ever pose a threat to a prime, or even a near prime, Muhammad Ali. Please forgive my indulgence, but I also cannot resist this opportunity to point out what is to me the obvious fact that if Muhammad Ali – with his lightening fast hands, swift feet, limitless endurance, and elusive, concrete chin – had not existed; we would not know to this day that a heavyweight Sugar Ray Robinson was even possible.

However, it is not my purpose here to discuss Ali’s merits as a boxer, as they have been well and often chronicled elsewhere by far more renown writers than myself. My purpose is to shed light on another aspect of this many-faceted man – his kind, warm and generous spirit. I will do this by first recounting my own personal Ali history and then follow it up by recounting one of my most treasured events of my life, a “chance’ meeting with my lifelong hero, Muhammad Ali.

Ever since the age of 12 when I first saw him recite his epic poem, “I Am the Greatest!” I have loved Cassius Clay/Muhammad Ali. If memory serves me, the poem went something like this:

This is the story of Cassius Clay the greatest fighter in the world today. He talks a lot and boasts, indeed, of a powerful punch and blinding speed. The fight game was dying, and promoters were crying for someone to come along with a new and different song. Patterson was dull, quiet, and sad, and Sonny Liston was just as bad. When along came a kid named Cassius Clay who said,

“Liston, I’ll take your title away.”

This colorful fighter is something to see and the World Heavyweight Championship is his destiny. You get the impression while watching him fight, That he plays cat-and-mouse and then turns out the light What a frustrating feeling I’m sure it must be to be hit by punches that you can’t even see.

Where was he first, where was he last, how can you conquer a man so fast? I am sure his opponents have all tried their best but one by one on the canvas they rest! and so if Cassius says a mosquito can pull a plow, don’t ask how – Hitch ’em up!

With so much mediocrity in the world, it inspired me that anyone would have the audacity to claim to be the Greatest at anything. But for a young, skinny, and seemingly good-natured kid to claim to be the greatest in a demanding, cruel sport like boxing bordered on lunacy. Who, I thought, would not want to see such a daring young man succeed? I looked upon Ali’s quixotic quest as a crusade to raise the consciousness of mankind. Why, I thought, should anyone resign himself or herself to living a smaller life then necessary? Why not go for the most brilliant, fabulous, and glorious life possible? By letting his own Inner Light shine, I felt that Ali was somehow giving the rest of us permission to do the same.

My opinion of Ali, however, was in the distinct minority. Just about everyone else in the little world of my neighborhood – and it seemed in the larger world of radio, newspapers, and television- wanted nothing more than to see his arrogant words shoved back down his egotistical throat.

As Cassius Clay, Ali was considered to be nothing more than a conceited pompous clown and a fistic fraud. But when he “shook-up the world” by whupping the seemingly invincible Sonny Liston and changing his name; public sentiment towards him – which had always been bad- turned down-right ugly. I think it is safe to say that when he refused military induction in 1967, Ali was the most hated man in America. This distinction carries considerable significance when one takes into account just how heated public passions ran in that most tumultuous of decades.

But the fact that he was so disliked by others did not effect my certainty in him in the least. From the very beginning I saw something very special within him and the fact that no one else seemed to see it only made me more resolute in my belief.

In my neighborhood growing up in the San Francisco Bay Area , I was considered a bit contrary when it came to sports; I not only rooted for the hated and despised Los Angeles Dodgers, but I was Muhammad Ali’s only fan, as well. Judging from the lack of any cheers other than my own when he was introduced before locally shown closed-circuit telecasts of his fights, I might safely assume I was his only fan not only in my own neighborhood, but in the entire town of San Jose. It was almost as if, because no one else seemed to want him, he belonged all the more to me. He was truly my champion.

Because of my allegiance to Ali, I was the target of much harassment. A lot of it came from the kids at school who, lacking opinions of their own, simply hated Ali because it was the (politically-correct) thing to do and because their parents did. These kids did not faze me, I knew they were merely confirming their ignorance and immaturity when they talked down Ali.

But what did bother me, however, was the frequent and always uninvited counsel of adults who claimed they were only looking out for my best interests. “Barry,” they would say, “why do you waste your time rooting for Cassius Clay? Don’t you know that he hates white people? If you were to meet him he wouldn’t even talk to you!”

Looking back, I believe they might have meant well. But even then I did not want such small-minded people doing my thinking for me. I would explain that the reason they did not like Muhammad Ali was simply because they did not know as much about him as I did. And if that did not enable them to see the light (and it hardly ever did), I would patiently -but perhaps condescendingly- explain to them that because they had never seen such an evolved soul as Ali before, they couldn’t expect to be anything but baffled by what he said and did.

Today, with a maturity that comes from many years of hindsight, I now know that it was disrespectful for me to lecture my elders in such an arrogant manner; but back then all I could think about was how fed up I was with all the unwanted advice I had to endure because of my love for Ali. Luckily, my Mom and Dad understood how much Ali meant to me and would often come to my rescue when things got particularly unpleasant.

The decade of the 1970s, however, saw an almost complete reversal in public opinion towards Ali. When he had first come out against the war in Viet Nam, he stood naked and alone as the first prominent celebrity to take this unpopular stance. For doing so, Ali was immediately stripped of his championship and banned from boxing.

But as causalities mounted and with victory nowhere in sight, more and more Americans began to change their views. The war, they decided, really was wrong. Ali had been right all along!

Almost overnight, public sentiment turned in Ali’s favor. The very same people that had once despised Ali were now righteously outraged that he had been unjustly denied his constitutional right to pursue his livelihood for four long years. Amazingly, political-correctness now demanded that Ali be allowed to return to the ring, and thus he was.

Ali’s triumphant return took place on October 26, 1970 against the number one contender, Jerry Quarry. Ali looked impressive and the closed-circuit audience in my hometown of San Jose roared their approval with his every blow.

But the long years of enforced idleness came with a price. Ali was no longer the sleek, fleet superman of his youth. Now, he -like the rest of us- was human. He got tired. He missed punches. He had to lie on the ropes to rest. But most surprising of all- he now got hit!

Those “in the know” had always said that Ali was a coward at heart. The reason he danced around his opponents was because he was afraid of getting hit. A couple of good shots to his pretty face and the chicken-hearted draft-dodger would quit, or so said the prevailing wisdom of the previous decade.

But now it was the nineteen-seventies and Ali did get hit- hard and often – but he didn’t quit. He fought back with a courage and bravery that even those few who still hated him had to grudgingly admire.

Then, what had once been unthinkable actually happened, Ali lost! That I believed is what humanized him in the public consciousness more than anything else. Who, for God’s sake, has not lost at something?

When he took his loss (a close, hard-fought, controversial decision to Joe Frazier on March 8, 1971) with dignity, the public transformation was complete; Ali was now loved in the homeland that had once scorned him.

The road back to his championship, however, was not to be easy. Ali could not simply be voted back into the World’s Heavyweight Championship, he would have to win that title for himself in the ring.

Ali fought and won many times but could not get a shot at the title. Ali was too big a risk! The champion, Joe Frazier, came up with one excuse after another not to give Ali a rematch.

Then, on March 31, 1973, Ali’s boxing career seemed to come to a sad and crushing end. A relatively unknown slugger, Ken Norton, beat him. Worst of all, Ali’s jaw was broken. The world’s most famous mouth that had once roared so defiantly was now wired shut. How unfair it all seemed, Muhammad Ali would never win back the title that was rightfully his.

In reality, the loss to Norton turned out to be a blessing in disguise. It looked now as if Ali was finished as a serious contender. Since he was no longer viewed as a dangerous threat, the other top fighters stopped ducking him. They figured they had better fight him quickly and cash in on his big name while they still had the chance.

So on September 10, 1973; Ali took his first step towards redemption with a rematch against Ken Norton. Ali trained with a determination he had not shown in years and was able to seemingly turn back the clock, boxing circles around Norton in he early rounds to build a lead that he never relinquished.

His victory over Norton (more will be said on this most pivotal of all fights later) set the stage for his next step on the comeback trail. In January of 74, Ali finally got his chance to avenge his loss to Joe Frazier. He made the most of it, winning a decisive 12 round decision.

Now the stage was really set! Ali signed a five-million dollar contract to challenge the young, new champion, George Foreman. Big George was the real life Incredible Hulk! He crushed opponent after opponent on his destructive path to the top.

In title fights, Foreman continued to destroy everyone he faced. Among his victims were both Joe Frazier and Ken Norton. They both were kayoed in only the second round. These were the same two men that had given Ali so much trouble. In fifty-one total rounds of boxing, Ali had failed to score even a single knockdown against either of them. Foreman, in contrast, had scored eight devastating knockdowns against them and took less than four rounds total to destroy them both. So now, despite his newfound public adoration, Ali was given little more than a snowball’s chance in hell against the young, strong, seemingly invincible George Foreman.

The fight was set for the, until then, little known country of Zaire, Africa. It took place on October 29th 1974, (USA time). In perhaps his greatest of all performances, Ali bewitched, bothered, and bewildered Foreman from the very beginning.

Rather than try to dance out of danger and win on points which had been his expected strategy, Ali did the absolutely, most positively unexpected thing he could have possibly done. He simply leaned back on the ropes and invited Big George to take his best shots.

Against a dynamite puncher like Foreman, such a strategy had all the hazards of walking a tightrope without a safety net. Things might go along fine for awhile, but when disaster struck it would be fatal.

Most of Foreman’s biggest bombs missed, thank God, but some did get through. But rather than fall to the canvas like Foreman’s previous opponents had done, Ali simply smiled a broad grin and taunted, “Is that as hard as you can hit? I thought they told me you could punch. You punch like a sissy!”

This infuriated George! No one had ever had the audacity to question the almighty authority of his punching power before. So he loaded up with everything he had with every shot he threw. He was determined to wipe the cocky grin from Ali’s face and batter him unconscious and defenseless to the canvas.

The fury of Foreman’s onslaught was frightening. Midway through the fifth round I can remember reaching behind me for my coat so I could leave quickly in case Ali pitched forward on his face. But he did not pitch forward like so many had before him; instead he sprung from the ropes and stunned the surprised Foreman with quick, precise combinations of his own.

The action in the last minute of the fifth round was unbelievable! My eyes, of course, remained glued to the closed-circuit television screen, but from the wails and screeches that engulfed me, I knew hysteria reigned supreme.

I would like to say that I was so confident that I never doubted Ali’s strategy for a second. But if I did so, I would be lying. Initially, I was scared to death, pleading along with his trainer Angelo Dundee and everyone else for him to get off of the blankety-blank ropes and get back into the center of the ring.

It was not until the bell rang ending the fifth that the light bulb went off and I could see the wisdom behind Ali’s madness. Foreman, when he returned to his corner, stumbled forward over his own feet.

I had seen that stumble once before and knew immediately what it meant. Foreman had Jell-O in his knees!

You see, before Foreman went to Africa, he did his initial training at the Pleasanton Fair Grounds. Since this site was only about 30 minutes from our home, my best friend Steve and I showed up to watch him train at every opportunity. We would boldly wear our homemade Ali’s Army T-shirts and root openly for the sparring partners, which did not endear either of us to Big George.

One afternoon Foreman showed off for a network television crew by boxing 16 consecutive 4-minute rounds against a fresh opponent each round. To make things even tougher on himself, he stood instead of sitting between rounds and only rested 30 seconds instead of the customary full minute.

Foreman’s exhibition of endurance was impressive, and did nothing to increase my estimates of Ali’s chances against him. But I did notice this one little thing. I noticed that when the workout was finally over and George descended the steps leading out of the ring, he stumbled forward and had to be caught by his handlers.

That little bit of Jell-O in his knees was the first glimpse I had ever had that Big, Bad George Foreman was subject to some of the same human frailties as the rest of us. But, of course, the fight against Ali was only scheduled for 15 three-minute rounds and the idea that Muhammad would survive long enough to get Big George winded seemed remote at best.

But here it was only the fifth round and Foreman was already showing signs of fatigue. So while that raised a glimmer of hope, I can remember thinking that if Foreman was beginning to tire, what must Ali be feeling? Had not he been on the receiving end of this great pounding?

So while things were going better than expected, I never felt comfortable at any point during the entire fight. I was alarmed that Foreman might suddenly land “the big one” and knock Ali unconscious at any moment. However, like a giant wind-up toy, Foreman continued to gradually slow down through rounds six and seven.

The end did come with sudden swiftness, but not in the way I had feared. Towards the end of the eighth round, Ali landed a short, sneaky right hand and Steve grabbed my arm and screamed, “Foreman’s hurt! Foreman’s hurt!”

“No,” I snapped back, “that’s impossible!” In the thousands of times I had visualized this fight in my mind’s eye I had never seen it ending this way. In my more optimistic moments I sometimes saw Ali winning on points, but I never saw him knocking Foreman out.

But Foreman was hurt and Ali knocked him off his feet with a combination the like of which he had not thrown in years. There was an astonished silence in the San Jose Civic Auditorium until referee Zack Clayton finished his count and waved his arms signaling that the fight was over. Then the entire place erupted!

Everyone was jumping up and down and dancing in the aisles! The screaming was so loud that I could not tell for certain if I was screaming along with the rest of the crowd or not. My other two great Ali buddies- Milo Drussai and Jim Henzi- celebrated along with Steve and I.

I hugged complete strangers and complete strangers hugged me. I slapped five with so many different people that my hands were sore for days. The Great Man had done it! He slew the monster and regained his cherished championship!

Leaving the closed circuit arena in San Jose, I took a long look back to forever imprint this scene in my mind. The Civic Auditorium looked like a bomb had hit it! In the bedlam that accompanied Foreman’s descent to the canvas, all but a handful of the fold-up seats had crashed to the floor.

I drank the scene deeply into my mind and can remember thinking to myself, “no matter what happens from this point on, no one will ever be able to take this one away from either me or Ali.”

Unlike ten years earlier when Ali had won the championship from Sonny Liston, I was not forced to celebrate this great victory alone. My family and friends were so happy for me that my phone rang off the hook for months. I received so many congratulations that I sometimes had to remind myself that I had not knocked Big George out myself. Unlike the first time Ali won the title, this time it seemed the entire world was delirious with joy. The Great Wrong had been righted! The true champion was back on his throne!

Now it seemed everybody loved Ali. I was no longer the lone voice singing out in the wilderness and I could not have been happier. It brought me great satisfaction to see Ali finally getting the recognition he so richly deserved.

But still, there are those whose hatreds die hard. Those that still bitterly claimed that Ali was not the great humanitarian he was cracked up to be. He only cared for black people, they said. The only use he had for whites was for them to buy tickets to his fights.

It was during the years of Ali’s second championship reign, at the age of 26, that the powers that run the universe gave me the opportunity to discover if my many years of devotion to Ali were truly justified.

Were those hateful people really right? Would Ali turn out to be a black racist who would not even talk to me, his most devoted fan, simply because of the whiteness of my skin?

I found out the answer on December 19, 1976. That momentous day began with a bang when gimpy-kneed quarterback Kenny Stabler dove into the end zone with ten seconds left (and no timeouts) to lead my beloved Oakland Raiders to a come from behind victory in the first round of the NFL play-offs. Although I did not know it at the time, this win was especially crucial as the Raiders went on to win their first Super Bowl three weeks later!

On the Raider post game show it was announced that the two-time Heavyweight Champion, Muhammad Ali was believed to have been seen somewhere on the streets of downtown Oakland. That was all I needed to hear. I jumped into my old Buick convertible and took off up the Nimitz freeway determined to somehow find him.

When I got about half way to Oakland, the radio station reversed itself and announced that they had checked out the Ali rumor – and it was definitely false. “Please do not call the station for his whereabouts,” the radio voice said, “Muhammad Ali is not in town. We repeat, Muhammad Ali is not in town.”

Now, a less optimistic person than myself might have turned around and gone home. But I heard this little voice in my ear saying, “keep going, keep going,” so I continued on. I vividly remember driving past the Oakland Coliseum and honking and waving a clinched fist of solidarity to the jubilant Raider fans that were still filing out of the parking lot.

The next thing I remember is seeing the tall tower of the Oakland Tribune building to the right of the freeway. This landmark told me I was deep into downtown Oakland itself. The logical question, now that I had come this far, was just where did I expect to find Muhammad Ali? According to the radio station he was not even here.

When you stop and think about it, I would have had a better chance of finding the proverbial needle in a haystack than I did of finding Ali. At least, with the haystack I’d have known the needle existed; whereas Ali could have been anywhere on the planet for all I knew.

I got off the freeway and meandered up and down the city streets for no more than a minute or two when I suddenly heard loud, frantic screaming! “Barry! Barry! Stop that car and get over here right now!”

I pulled over as quickly as I could. I got out of my car and saw, to my amazement, my buddy and fellow Ali fan, Herbie Townsend, talking with The Man himself- Muhammad Ali!

I can remember my knees shaking a bit as I approached them. My first recollection was that Ali appeared so much bigger in person than he did on television.

“Is your name Barry?” Ali asked pleasantly.

“Yes”, I said, reaching out and shaking his massive hand.

“Your friend here was just telling me about you. He said you are my Greatest Fan. And then, just like that, you just happened to drive by. What a coincidence! Do you live around here?”

“No, I live in San Jose- fifty miles away.”

“What are you doing here?”

“I heard on the radio you might be in town so I drove up hoping I would find you.”

“How did you know where I was going to be?”

“I didn’t,” I said. “I just got lucky. If it wasn’t for Herbie seeing my car I would have driven by and never saw you.”

“You did get lucky! But luck isn’t enough when you’re claiming to be my Greatest Fan. You’ve got to win a title as big as that! And I’m the onliest one that does the judging.”

With that, Ali suddenly pulled himself into a mock boxing stance with his arms dangling down by his sides and his fists rotating in small circles as he looked me over warily, just as he so often did with opponents he was getting ready to destroy in the ring. I knew, of course, that he was just playing with me and the absurdity of me actually fighting Ali immediately put me at ease.

“So you say you’re my Greatest Fan?”

“That’s right, Champ! The Greatest of Allll Tiiiiimes!”

I decided to try to impress him with an impromptu Poem:

Ask me your questions
Cause I have no doubt
One by one,
I’ll knock em out!

It may not have been the most inspired “Ali Poem” I ever ad-libbed, but my inflection and delivery mimicked Ali’s perfectly and his face broke into a broad grin.

“That’s a pretty bold poem,” Ali said. “Let’s see if you can back it up. Ever since I kicked Foreman’s behind and regained my title, it seems as if everyone is claiming to be my Greatest Fan. But when I ask them questions about my boxing career, they hardly know anything. Do you mind if I give you my quiz?”

“Bring it on, Champ, bring it on!”

“Man, you are bold!” Ali flashed me that beautiful smile of his and I could see he was enjoying the moment almost as much as I was.

“What round did I knock out Archie Moore?”

I shot back, “Don’t block the aisle, don’t bar the door, Archie Moore falls in four!”

“Hey, that’s good! Sounds just like me. You’re not as dumb as you look.

What round did I knock out Zora Folley?”

“The seventh,” I answered back.

“Right! That’s good! But now they are gonna get tougher! If you’re really my Greatest Fan you will know the answers, but no one has ever passed this test yet.”

“Who refereed the first Liston fight?”

“Barney Felix!”

“The second?”

“Jersey Joe Walcott!”

The first Frazier Fight?”

“Author Mercante!”

“The second?”

“Tony Perez!”

“The third?”

“Carlos Padilla”

I was excited and I could see Ali was getting excited, too. Our timing was quick, like a well-rehearsed comedy team. We -or should I only say he-were beginning to draw a crowd.

“All right, Chump! You’re good! But now I’m gonna really make them really tough! What round did I knock out Cleveland Williams?”

“The third!”

“Sonny Banks?”

“The Fourth!”

“Henry Cooper?”

“The fifth and then again in the sixth!”

“Doug Jones?”

This was a trick question! The Jones fight had been a difficult one early in his career and the then Cassius Clay had to rally in the ninth and tenth round to pull out a close decision. “Gee, Muhammad,” I said, ” You didn’t knock out Doug Jones. The two judges scored it for you 5-4-1, and the referee scored in 8-1-1 for you. But I want you to know that I scored it ten –zero in your favor!”

Ali’s eyes grew wide and playful. “Ten-zero! I didn’t even score it ten-zero. Maybe you are my Greatest Fan?”

At that point, Ali flipped back my coat collar and uncovered a rather worn “Float Like a Butterfly…Sting Like a Bee” button that had been partially hidden.

“I recognize that button,” Ali said. “You got it from Bundini at the second Norton fight in Los Angeles, right?”

“Right,” I said. “That was the only time I ever got to see you fight in person. And it’s a good thing I was there, too!”

“Why’s that?” questioned Ali.

“Remember the seventh round,” I said. “You had won the first six, but Norton was really coming on in the seventh. He had you backing from corner to corner and he was landing his best overhand shots. The crowd, being all for you was completely silent and the only sound I could hear was the thud of his punches landing on your head and arms. I was in a panic and I wanted to help you, but I didn’t know what to do. But then I thought of something!”

“What did you do,” He asked, now seemingly very interested to see what I might say.

“I started chanting your name, Ahlee… Ahlee… Ahlee. The next thing I knew my buddy Steve was chanting Ahlee, Ahlee and then his Dad next to him started chanting Ahlee, Ahlee. Within a few seconds the whole place was chanting. It was total pandemonium! Complete bedlam! For a second it crossed my mind that the big chandelier above the ring was going to crash down and kill everybody.”

“I remember that chant!” Ali said. “It came at just the right time. It bothered Norton, too. Here it was, California, his home state, and everybody was rooting for me. I felt a burst of energy surge through right then, I remember I spun off the ropes, landed a good combination, and was never in trouble again.”

“That’s right!” I said. The next day in the Los Angeles Times, sports writer Wells Trombly, wrote that ‘Muhammad Ali’s boxing career hung in the balance last night when a lone voice from the back of the balcony started chanting his name and saved his career for another day.’ That lone voice from the back of the balcony belonged to me! I cut that article out of the newspaper and put it right into my scrapbook where it is this very minute. ” Click here to see copy of article

“Well,” Ali said, “I am glad you were there! I would have beaten Norton anyway; but you made it easier for me, that’s for sure!”

“You know,” Ali continued, “if I hadn’t of beaten Norton that night, I probably would have never gotten another chance at whuppin’ Joe Frazier! The very thought of that makes my stomach turn.”

“And if I hadn’t of whupped Smokin’ Joe at the Garden, I never would have been given the chance to win My Title back in the ‘Rumble in the Jungle!’ Just imagine, there might never have been a Thrilla in Manila either”

“Man, I am glad you were there to chant my name that night! That was a critical moment, kind of like when Angelo pushed me out for the fifth against Liston. If things go differently right then, maybe nothing is ever the same.”

I knew that Muhammad might be laying it on thick for my benefit, trying to make me feel more important than I really was. But even though I knew what he was up to, he was definitely succeeding. I still could not believe that I was really talking to him after all these years.

Muhammad than said, “Yes, It’s true! You, Barry, are my Greatest Fan!”

“Thanks Muhammad! You don’t know how happy it makes me to hear you say that.” I remember wishing that all the people who told me Ali would not even speak to me could see the two of us now.

Then Ali looked me over real serious for a long second and asked, “why do you root for me so hard, anyway?”

“I root for you,” I stated firmly, “because I love your spirit! You bring joy and happiness everywhere you go. When I am feeling down it seems like I will always see you on TV and you will say something that will lift me up. I love the way you treat all people with respect, even those who go out of their way to hurt you for no reason. But most of all, when you say you’re the Greatest it makes me feel good inside, like I’m the Greatest, too!”

I went on to tell him how I prayed for him whenever he fought, no matter how easy the guy was supposed to be. I said I thought he was too gentle to be a fighter and how I admired his courage to get into the ring with all the meanest and toughest heavyweights in the world. These guys were determined to hurt him any way they could and yet he always found a way to win.

I told him that when he fought it was almost as if I moved out of the way of the punches for him, and when he did get hit it was as if I had gotten hit myself.

I told him that when he won, it felt to me as if I had won. And on those rare occasions that he had lost, I had never been able to get over it until I broke down and had a good cry.

When I finished, Ali looked at me for a long time before he spoke. “Barry,” he said, “you understand me. You know what I am about. You see me the same way I see myself!”

Then he looked at me again, as if he was considering something. “Will you do me a favor? He asked.

“Sure, anything.”

“My wife doesn’t understand how important I am to so many people. She thinks I fight for the money, but I know you know what I really fight for. Would you be willing to tell her everything you just told me?”

I said I would, and the next thing I remember is Ali leading me to a nearby limousine that, in my excitement, I had not noticed. He motioned for the window to be rolled down and once it was done, there sat his beautiful wife, Veronica.

Muhammad introduced us and then asked if she would hand the baby she was holding out the window so that he could get a picture of his Greatest Fan holding his only baby boy.

My first thought, since I did not have much experience with babies at the time, was what if I drop it? It will make international headlines, for sure. But I held on tightly and out of nowhere someone with a camera materialized and took a picture of me holding Muhammad Ali’s very cute infant son. I handed their baby back to Veronica and then, with Ali urging me on, told her everything I had just told him. She listened politely, but I could see a distant, faraway look in her eyes. She was not really paying attention.

But Ali, because he was standing behind me as I knelt down to speak through the car window, could not see his wife’s face. Tell her about this, he would say. And when I finished with this he would ask me to tell her about that. I felt a little uncomfortable because I knew she really was not as interested as I am sure he had hoped she would be. But I was not really speaking to her as much as I was speaking for Ali.

It was only right, I thought, that Muhammad Ali’s wife should hear from her husband’s Greatest Fan just how important he was to so many people. Even then, I knew that sometimes a husband could use an outsider coming to his defense. Finally, to both Veronica’s and my relief, I finished and pulled my head out of the car.

Then Ali said the most astounding thing. Muhammad Ali, the most famous man in the world and arguably the most recognized human that has ever walked the Earth, pulled me close and whispered so only I could hear, “most people don’t know this about me, Barry, but I am kind of shy. There is a party being given tonight in my honor and Veronica isn’t going. I don’t know anybody in Oakland and I really don’t want to go someplace where I don’t know anyone- would you be willing to come?”

I do not know what shocked me the most- that Muhammad Ali, the Louisville Lip, was shy or that he wanted me to go to a party with him.

“Would I be willing? Of course I would!”

Then out of nowhere a burly man that I recognized as Ali’s bodyguard, Pat Patterson, appeared.

“This party is a charity fundraiser, Champ! It costs fifty dollars to get in.”

Fifty dollars in those days was like five hundred dollars is today. Ali looked at me and asked, “you don’t have fifty extra dollars on you, do you?”

“No,” I said, my heart sinking.

“Don’t worry about it,” Ali said. “I’m the guest of honor and I should be able to invite whoever I want. If I want to bring my Greatest Fan, no one should mind.”

“Thanks, Muhammad” I said relieved.

“Be at the Lemmington Hotel at 9:00 sharp,” Ali said, “and tell the guy taking the tickets to let you in free.”

Ali then motioned in the direction of my buddy Herbie and said to me, “it’s all right if you bring a few friends, but don’t bring the whole neighborhood, okay?” With that he was gone.

Herbie and I had some time to kill until nine so we went to the corner McDonald’s to wait.

The first thing Herbie -in his excitement- did when we got inside was announce to everyone that we were going to get to go see Muhammad Ali for free. He added, to my horror, that anyone who wanted to could come along.

I whispered to Herbie to be quiet, but he did not appear to hear me. He kept up non-stop invitations with everyone who walked through the doors. When it came time to leave, at least fifty people got up to go with us. Even two clerks from behind the counter joined us. They threw off their aprons and hats and told their boss, “The city of Oakland can do without french fries for one night- we’re gonna go see the Champ!”

I led the way down the street like a Pied Piper. Ali’s Army was on the march. Thanks to Herbie, our ranks continued to swell. To every person we saw he would sing out, “we’re going to see Muhammad Ali for free, do you want to come along?”

Not surprisingly, It seemed just about everyone did. We were even joined by three sorrowful looking winos who, up until the time Herbie woke them up, were sleeping peacefully in the gutter.

I remember turning a corner and seeing a look of alarm come across the faces of a small group of men who were sitting on their front stoop. We must have looked like a mob in the midst of a street riot (which, of course, was a rather common occurrence during that politically active decade).

When the guys found out that we were harmless and were only on our way to see Muhammad Ali for free, they ran up their steps, hollered something to their wives, slammed their doors shut, and joined us. This same event was repeated over and over again on every street we turned down.

When we reached the hotel there must have been at least three dozen people marching along behind me. Finally, after winding around for what seemed like forever inside the hotel, I remember standing in a dimly lit hallway face to face with a uniformed ticket taker.

“Your ticket?” he asked.

“I don’t have a ticket,” I explained, “but Mr. Ali said I could get in for free.” I said this as powerfully as I could, but I do not think he was impressed.

“Yeah, right?” he said mockingly.

All of a sudden Pat Patterson appeared and barked in a voice that I bet very few have ever challenged, “Yes, that’s right! Ali said this guy could get in for free- let him in!”

The next thing I remember is standing in a very brightly lit room. While I was trying to adjust my eyes I became aware of the fact that I was now suddenly all alone. “What happened to all my new friends?” I thought. I went back out into the hallway and said to the ticket taker, “what about my friends?

“Do they have tickets?” he asked, eyeing the three winos who had worked their way to the head of the pack.

“No,” I said, “but Ali said I could bring some friends!”

“That’s right!” Pat Patterson said, “you better let them in!” And he did.

The next thing I knew, my eyes were adjusting to the bright lights inside the ballroom once again. In the distance I could see Muhammad Ali up on the stage. He was standing, waving his arms in my direction, and hollering, “Barry, Barry, over here!”

That is a moment I will always treasure, the great Muhammad Ali calling out my name, trying to get my attention. It blows my mind to imagine it even to this day. But it was then that I said something that is on -but definitely not at the very top- of the list of most brainless things I have ever said. I tentatively pointed to a sign in front of the seat that Muhammad was motioning for me to sit in. “Are you sure it’s all right if I sit here, it says reserved,” I said tentatively.

“Barry,” Ali said, shaking his head slowly from side to side “I don’t believe it! You must be as dumb as Joe Frazzzier! Of course it says reserved. I put the sign there myself. It’s reserved for you!”

What followed over the next six hours was simply wonderful. Of course, I do not remember everything that we talked about, but I do remember much of it.

At one point I asked Ali what it felt like when he got hit. Because punches never seemed to effect him much, I half expected him to say that in the heat of battle he did not even feel them. But he did not say what I expected. Instead he asked me if I had ever been punched in the nose.

“Yes,” I said, “on numerous occasions, mostly when I am boxing with my hands down trying to imitate you.”

“What does it feel like when you get smacked?”

“Well,” I said, ” when I get hit in the nose I see stars everywhere. My eyes well up with tears and I have a kind of throbbing, sick feeling that reverberates throughout my head.”

“That’s pretty much how it feels when I get hit too,” he said. “The only difference between you and me is that I have trained myself to smile when I get hit. The harder I’m hit, the bigger my smile.”

“My opponent, seeing me smile stops and thinks to himself, that must not have been as good a shot as I thought it was. So he doesn’t follow up and I get a chance to clear my head. It works every time. A lot of people think I’m just playin’ when I do that, but I’m not. I have a purpose for everything I do in the boxing ring”

With that, Muhammad jumped to his feet pulling me up with him. “Common,” he said, “let’s box!

Holding my left hand low with my right hand loosely cocked; I was the mirror image of Ali. The only difference between us was that he was twice as big as me and knew what he was doing, while I was just playacting.

“Show me your left! He commanded. I dutifully fired out a jab. The punch, harmless as it was, was thrown more in Ali’s vicinity than really at him.

“That’s good!” said the Heavyweight Champion, “but snap it a little more at the end, like this.”

With that, his left shot out like lightening! I did not actually see the punch in its flight; his jab was much too quick for that. I just felt it when it arrived at its destination, the very tip of my nose.

It did not hurt me in any way; it had not been intended to hurt me. His only intention, I intuitively knew, was to discourage me from ever thinking of making my living in a boxing ring. I had the impression that he had performed this same service for many others in the past.

“Is that what you did with Jim Brown when he was thinking about quitting football and taking up boxing?” I asked.

“How’d you know about that?” Ali asked.

“I read in a magazine that you dissuaded him from taking up boxing by showing him how easily you could hit him and how impossible it would be for him to hit you back.”

“That’s just my point, Ali said, “you can read! So I never want you to even think about boxing, except maybe with friends for fun. You okay about that?”

“Oh yeah,” I assured him with obvious humor in my voice. “I already have a job, and besides, you already have the only boxing championship I would really want.”

Just then I heard a lot of commotion behind me and turned to see a throng of excited people pushing up close against us. Everyone was jostling for position trying to get a glimpse of the great Muhammad Ali boxing – even if it was only with me.

“Lay a whuppin on him, Champ!”

“Don’t knock him out quick, Muhammad, play with him first!”

I recognized that second voice; it was Herbie’s.

“Do you really want to see me hit your friend? Muhammad asked Herbie, with playful chastisement in his voice.

“Yeah!” said Herbie, a bright look of expectancy on his beaming face.

Muhammad stood still for a second, then flinched his left arm ever so slightly. Then with mock seriousness, he turned to Herbie and said, “do you want to see me hit him again?”

There was an awkward silence for a brief instant until it dawned on everybody that Ali was joking, pretending that he had hit me so fast that no one had even seen it.

“I’m so quick,” he said, “I can turn out the light and be asleep before the room gets dark!” Everyone roared their appreciation! With that, Ali put a tender arm around my shoulder and we both sat back down.

It was then that Muhammad told me this story about fighting Joe Frazier in the famed “Thrilla in Manila.”

“During the tenth round, he began, “I thought I might be dying. I really had to struggle to gain control of my mind, not to panic. So to give me something else to think about besides how much I hurt, I kept repeating to myself, “I am the champion of the world and no man can take my crown!”

I kept on saying this over and over inside my head. “I am the champion of the world and no man can take my crown… I am the champion of the world and no man can take my crown!

I kept saying it but at first nothing happened. Frazier was still hitting me. But then, in the thirteenth round, I started feeling this power build within me every time I said it.


Ali looked me square in the eye and asked; “Do you remember what happened then?”

“You landed that right hand lead that knocked his mouthpiece up into the seats?”

“That’s right!” said Muhammad. “After that he was mine. And don’t believe all that rubbish about me not coming out for the 15th! I was coming out! I only said I might be too tired to be nice. I didn’t expect anyone to take me seriously. Frazier knew I was coming out- that’s why he didn’t.”

“But I will say one thing for Old Joe,” Ali continued, “he always brought out the best in me. All those years when I said I was the Greatest I didn’t really know for sure if I really was. And to be honest with you, I never really wanted to find out.”

“Every time I would shave before a fight I would look into the mirror and wonder if this was the night I was going to be pushed to the limit, if this were the night I would find out if I was really the Greatest after all.”

“Well, during that third fight with Frazier I realized that this was the moment I had been dreading all my life. But once I realized that the terrible moment was really upon me, I felt a strange calmness come over me. I think what saved me was that I embraced the moment rather than trying to escape it.”

“In a way it was a gift. I respect Joe Frazier because I know that he’s the onliest one in the whole world who could push me like that. If it wasn’t for Joe, nobody –not even myself- would know how great I really am.”

Later, Ali brought up another subject. “Have you ever seen a picture of my mother and father?”

“Sure,” I answered.

“Good,” he said, “because I am going to be able to use my Mom and Dad to prove to you a very scientific point about the power of the human mind.”

“You see, my Mom is about five feet tall and my Dad is only about five-six, yet all my life I was running around saying I was gonna be the Heavyweight Champion of the World. I didn’t say I was simply going to be a champion, like welterweight or middleweight. I was very specific! I said I was going to be the Heavyweight Champion!”

“Do you know how I became a heavyweight?” Ali asked me.

“How?” I asked, looking at him somewhat quizzically.

“Through the power of my mind! He said, tapping the side of his head. “I willed it!”

“Every day I would picture myself tall, strong, and fast! Oh, sooo fast! I became the fastest heavyweight of all times with nothing but the power of my mind. You know, Barry, everybody could do things like that if they only believed enough to try.”

About mid-way through the evening, the emcee that was in charge of the proceedings asked Ali to say a few words to the crowd. Muhammad, to my astonishment, told the man that he really did not want to talk as he had nothing prepared to say. I could tell he was not play acting and that Ali really meant it.

So when the emcee left, I encouraged Ali to go ahead and speak. “Barry,” he said softly, “I told you I was shy. I don’t have anything to say.”

“Common, Champ! Just go up and do the shuffle and say what ever pops into your mind. Everyone will love it! If you don’t talk everybody will go home disappointed.”

I must have been persuasive because the next thing I knew Ali was up on stage, his highly polished black shoes shuffling quickly back and forth while his body remained completely motionless. It was awesome! Everyone went nuts! When things calmed down, Ali did it again and the roof almost came down.

Then he began to talk! The funniest comedian I have ever seen is Bill Cosby. I saw him before he made it big, when he used to rehearse and polish his material, and he was hilarious. Yet, Ali was every bit Cosby’s equal on this night.

Ali spoke for about twenty minutes. As soon as one roar of laughter would die out another would begin. He set up each punch line perfectly, like the solid right-hand that followed a stiff left lead. Each was followed by loud war hoops and hollering from the men, and squeals of glee from the adoring ladies.

I can not honestly say I remember exactly what he said, although I do remember that Howard Cosell’s toupee figured prominently in his remarks. The one thing I will never forget was the feeling of being very blessed. I had finally gotten the opportunity to witness, first hand, this marvelous human being in all his glory.

After he was through speaking, Ali turned to me and said, with obvious relief, “that went pretty good, didn’t it?”

“Yes, it did,” I assured him, “yes, it did!”

Without doubt, my most future-altering event of the evening occurred when Ali noticed me admiring some of the very beautiful young women at the party.

“A fellow needs to know how to flirt,” he told me. “If a guy doesn’t know how to talk to the ladies he is going to be lonely more often than he should.”

So with those words of wisdom and encouragement, Ali sent me across the room to talk to a pretty girl in a pink dress. Each time after I came back and reported in, he would send me off to talk to another pretty girl, perhaps the one in the blue dress.

“I’m married,” he said jokingly, “I have to live vicariously through young single guys like you.”

After Muhammad ran out of pretty girls for me to talk to, he asked me if I had a girlfriend of my own. I said no, that I had just broken up with one and felt very bad about it.

“Look,” he said, “I am going to tell you something. I have been all over the world and I have met a lot of people. Some good and some bad- but you, Barry, are a quality person! Any girl would be lucky to know a guy like you.”

“Look at it this way- you have a job. You don’t make five million dollars a night like I do, but you do have a job. And you’re not bad looking. You’re not as preeetty as me, but your not ugly. Any girl would be lucky to know you.”

“So next time you see a pretty girl you think might be really special – and it will happen, believe me- go up and introduce yourself to her with confidence! Remember, it will be her lucky day to meet a quality guy like you and don’t you ever forget that I told you so!”

Well, I never did. A few years later I “accidentally” chanced upon the girl of my dreams, just as Ali predicted I would. I introduced myself to her with Ali’s words of encouragement ringing in my ears. Things have worked out very nicely. Roxanne and I celebrated our 25th wedding anniversary this September.

After awhile somebody looked at a watch. When we discovered it was 3:30 in the morning everyone agreed it was time to go home. So I gathered up my stuff and prepared to say goodbye.

One of the items I put under my arm was a copy of Ali’s bright yellow autobiography entitled “The Greatest.” Because of the bright color, Ali could not help but recognize the book.

“Why did you bring that?” he asked.

“Its not important,” I replied.

“Yes, it is important- why did you bring it?”

“Really, Champ, its not important,” I insisted.

“Look, Chump! I am the Heavyweight Champion of the World and I am asking you a question, why did you bring that book?”

I knew Ali was not really upset. But I also knew he expected an honest answer to his question. “I brought the book because I was going to ask you to autograph it.”

“Well, why didn’t you ask?” he said.

“I could see your hands were hurting and I didn’t want to ask anything of you that might cause you pain.”

“Yes,” he said, rubbing his hands together gently. “My hands have been aching for over ten weeks, ever since I beat Norton in Yankee Stadium. But I really want you to have my autograph.”

With that he took my book and, with a flourish, signed a beautiful autograph (along with his address) inside the front cover. “That didn’t hurt as much as I thought it would,” he said in surprise. “I can sign more autographs.”

And that is exactly what he did. He signed autographs for everyone that was still at the party. Herbie and I stood and watched while Ali signed autographs for the next ninety minutes.

This scene of the most famous man in the world signing autographs far into the night continues to amaze me to this day. I sometimes reflect upon it whenever I hear a present day athlete complaining about the many burdens of fame.

No one has ever been, nor will ever be, bigger than Muhammad Ali. He gave unselfishly to others and it is this quality above all others which, in my opinion, makes him the Greatest of All Times! What he accomplished in the boxing ring could conceivably be equaled by another. But no other athlete will ever likely match the splendid magnificence of Ali’s benevolent spirit. Ali is the original, the one that all others can only hope to imitate.

When I woke up the next day in the early afternoon, Steve asked me if I had gone to sleep when I had gotten home.

“Yeah,” I said, “I was completely exhausted and went right to sleep without even taking my clothes off.

“That’s curious!” Steve replied. “I got up and sat outside your door and listened for hours this morning. Over and over again you would smack your hands together and exclaim, “Alllll Right! Allll Right!”’

Yes, I guess even while sound asleep I was so excited that I could not help but to shout out in exultation. My faith had been vindicated. Muhammad Ali was, indeed, the person I had always believed him to be.