Abandoned roads - Jos Lammers

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Five Right, so New York. Today we stroll through that same China Town where back then with K and Jody we were instructed to keep the car locked up tight. The scene has hardly changed. Lots of plastic, red and gold and lots of busy Chinese going at great lengths to sell things you truly wonder who the hell would want to have them. Little paintings of neon waterfalls in three dimensions, porcelain Bhuddas with fat, pink painted bellies, hard purple and bilious green plastic flowers, golden yellow dragons that, no doubt, have already damaged the chain they’re hanging on beyond repair. Or, one door down the road, ground turtle nails, crystals smashed to smithereens or crushed coral as the remedy against failing potency, headache, irregular menstruation or unintentional wetting the bed. Apparently it all pays off, because the shops and the people selling it are still there and can be visited 24
without the protection of car steel, as it turns out. After that we cross the financial district heading for ground zero and look at the hole that, like a knocked out front tooth draws more attention than the once intact set of teeth. I used to have the answer to war and violence. Meditate. That would bring man and ultimately the world the ‘thousand years of peace’ of Maharaj ji. Now I don’t have answers anymore, or only answers that raise new questions. Just down the road, in the marble doorway of a bank on Fifth Avenue, lies a skinny man. He looks straight ahead, without seeking eye contact with the people that are swarming at this hour past his outstretched feet. A little cardboard sign leans against his leg. ‘Vietnam Vet’, it says, written in crooked ballpoint letters. Underneath it says: ‘Homeless and desperate. Please help.’ How this meditation had to be done, was called the ‘knowledge’. Techniques that had to be revealed by a mahatma, a traveling teacher of Maharaj ji. This wasn’t so much about technical skills, the devotees in the ashram stressed, but rather about becoming a part of the world of guru Maharaj ji. Or not. The test of whether you were ready for that was a game without rules. The fact that a mahatma came, showed that enough souls were ready. But what you had to do to get there, was a question that only 25
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