Spiritually Laid Back

I met the Guru Klucks recently at his coop in Madderass, quite a jolly old codger. He was at his chirpiest when i met him that morning over a cup of south Indian filter coffee. Quite an early bird he, gets up at 4 am. We got along really well from the start. Birds of a feather, you could say. He said that to me as the proverb occurred to me. Psychic, I thought.

"Did you find the place easily?", he asked, perhaps trying to break the ice. Yes, i responded, i just followed the signs saying "Golden Egg Foundation". "About 90 miles from the airport, as the crow flies", he said. I nodded respectfully.

Rotundamma wasn’t around so he was feeling relaxed. She’s always trying to clip my wings, he laughed. We sipped coffee, he pulled out his laptop and fired up Thunderbird to check emails and was loading Jody’s site alongside on Firefox. Jody’s site! You read that, i gasped? "Sure", he said, "i have my daily cuppa with it. Quite entertaining."

When are you coming over to the States, Sir?, i asked. "Never", he replied sadly. "I have a fear of heights, can’t fly."
I felt sorry, I should have guessed looking at him. Insensitive of me.

He said softly, "Look at me". I looked intently at his face … Sharp features, I thought, No way Jody could match that mouth. That’s a pecker for a mouth! i thought. A human came in asking if more coffee was required. He dismissed the human with a wave.

"You realize this is the first time someone is interviewing me, don’t you?" My mouth became bone dry at the thought of this. This was history in the making. The first interview of the one true liberator.

I fished in my pocket for the list of questions I had for asking His Holiness.
My pocket was empty. My mind was empty. There were no questions any longer.

The questions had vanished. The questioner had vanished.

"So that is how it is", he clucked, his eyes gleaming. "Thou art that".
Tears of love and gratitude rolled down my eyes. I prostrated, lying there for a minute.

Presently I heard a flutter, and looked up. He was perched quietly on the window sill, eyes closed in samadhi. I saw something beneath him, gleaming, golden, almost spherical.

I swallowed, as I realized that I Was That, and I had always been That, for there was nothing else to be.

Compassion and humanity do exist in this cruel world, as I was pleasantly surprised to find last night. But in the hearts of ordinary people, not the Vijay Kumar/Kalki Bhagavan’s and Ammas of this world.

Accident found us watching a movie about a medical student who goes on a tour of South America. The tour takes him through lands impoverished, to the San Peblo leper colony where he spends several weeks as a medico-volunteer. Ernesto is a regular guy, falling in love with girls, having fun, not a stuffy spiritual type. The movie shows his love for the inmates of the leper colony whom the nuns refuse to touch. He refuses gloves and shakes hands with lepers breaking the rules laid out by the nuns, which include not giving food to those who don’t attend mass.

His parting with the inmates is especially touching. It is to be seen. Made me feel ashamed, being such a spiritual type myself, it brought tears to my Kalki-hardened heart. The movie is "The Motorcycle Diaries".

Thank God there is love and compassion in our world, and it doesn’t require a Kracki and his fat-as-a-tick gluttonous wife to awaken.