Abandoned roads - Jos Lammers
Abandoned roads - Jos Lammers
Abandoned roads - Jos Lammers
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without the protection of car steel, as it turns out.<br />
After that we cross the financial district heading for<br />
ground zero and look at the hole that, like a knocked out<br />
front tooth draws more attention than the once intact set<br />
of teeth. I used to have the answer to war and violence.<br />
Meditate. That would bring man and ultimately the world<br />
the ‘thousand years of peace’ of Maharaj ji. Now I don’t<br />
have answers anymore, or only answers that raise new<br />
questions.<br />
Just down the road, in the marble doorway of a bank<br />
on Fifth Avenue, lies a skinny man. He looks straight<br />
ahead, without seeking eye contact with the people that<br />
are swarming at this hour past his outstretched feet. A<br />
little cardboard sign leans against his leg. ‘Vietnam Vet’,<br />
it says, written in crooked ballpoint letters. Underneath<br />
it says: ‘Homeless and desperate. Please help.’<br />
How this meditation had to be done, was called the<br />
‘knowledge’. Techniques that had to be revealed by a mahatma,<br />
a traveling teacher of Maharaj ji. This wasn’t so<br />
much about technical skills, the devotees in the ashram<br />
stressed, but rather about becoming a part of the world<br />
of guru Maharaj ji. Or not. The test of whether you were<br />
ready for that was a game without rules. The fact that a<br />
mahatma came, showed that enough souls were ready. But<br />
what you had to do to get there, was a question that only<br />
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