This Monk From India - The Divine Life Society
This Monk From India - The Divine Life Society
This Monk From India - The Divine Life Society
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THE POWER THAT PROTECTS<br />
involuntary Pranayama undulated through my body and a loud voice came out of me. It was such a<br />
strong, calm voice. It sounded like a man’s voice. It had such a strange quality about it. “Help!<br />
Help! Help!” <strong>The</strong> man just turned back and went swiftly out. I walked behind him to the window<br />
and saw him go by the fire escape into the window of the room opposite where the noise was still<br />
going on. I put my head out of the window and again this strange voice of mine shouted “Help!<br />
Help! Help!” It made a tremendous echo in the yard. My voice was like thunder, but no one moved.<br />
I locked the window, and opening my door, shouted again down the long corridor “Help! Help!”<br />
But everything was silent. So I came back into my room, closed and locked the door. I put on a<br />
dressing gown. Sustained by a mysterious strength, I was calm, taking time to fasten all the buttons.<br />
I took my clothes on my arm but left my shoes behind as they were hurting me. I locked the door<br />
behind me and walked to the lift.<br />
Down at the reception area I told my story. <strong>The</strong> lady receptionist laughed.<br />
“Well, you are a funny one. You say all that so calmly. How could a man come in through<br />
your window You are on the seventh floor, aren’t you”<br />
I answered, “Yes. But he came in through the fire-escape.”<br />
<strong>The</strong> black night-watchman was in the office close to the desk. He was listening. He asked,<br />
“He was a short fellow, wasn’t he”<br />
“Oh no, a very slim, tall man!”<br />
“You say you saw him going into the room opposite. Now if you come with me, we will be<br />
able to catch him, you are the only one who can identify him.”<br />
I said, “But he was all black. I could not distinguish his features.”<br />
<strong>The</strong> man insisted. “Now, how can we establish order if people refuse to cooperate Come<br />
with me.”<br />
I walked to the lift with him. Until then I had been speaking in a flat, calm, impersonal voice,<br />
my eyes down as if in a trance. Once in the lift, I looked up. <strong>The</strong> man’s face was all horror, nothing<br />
human seemed to be left in it. <strong>The</strong> yellow eyes in his black face were dead. I seemed to wake up<br />
from my trance. I knew I should not have come. But I was calm and keenly alert. When the lift<br />
stopped, I let the man go out first and walked behind him one step, then quickly I was back in the lift<br />
alone and pressed the button. I wondered if he could stop the lift half way when he realised that I<br />
was not following him, so I kept my finger on the button until I was on the ground floor again. I was<br />
now very vigilant, very alert. I decided to spend the rest of the night near the reception desk and in<br />
front of the big glass door where I could be seen from the street. People came in, strange people. In a<br />
few hours I saw a lot of the underworld of New York. <strong>The</strong> night-watchman kept insisting that I<br />
should go and dress properly in my room, but I knew it was the last thing I should do. As his<br />
insistence grew, I asked for the key of the cloakroom nearby. He led me to cloakroom around a<br />
corner of the corridor, but as he opened the door, in the mirror opposite, I saw him turn round and<br />
nod his head to a tall, slim black man. I saw only the top of the black man’s body. He had on<br />
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