Abandoned roads - Jos Lammers
Abandoned roads - Jos Lammers
Abandoned roads - Jos Lammers
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who was in charge, when I could move in. Mornings and<br />
evenings I meditated with a cloth over my head and bowed<br />
afterwards to the picture of the guru. I didn’t get a<br />
clear answer to my question, so after a while I just packed<br />
my rucksack, brought Granny’s key back to my Mom and<br />
simply announced in the ashram that I was there to stay.<br />
The housemother, an American follower who cooked for<br />
about thirty residents, showed me without further questions<br />
a half shelf where I could put my clothes and a place<br />
on the ground where I could roll out my sleeping bag at<br />
night. No mattress, no pillow. And, just to be clear: “No<br />
sex, no drugs, no alcohol, no meat, no contacts outside<br />
the ashram except for in service to the guru, no books, no<br />
newspapers, no TV, no radio, no possessions except your<br />
clothes”, she counted off the ashram rules on her fingers<br />
one by one. She smiled. I nodded. Whether my Carl Denig<br />
rucksack was allowed as a possession, I didn’t know. In the<br />
attic should be some space to put it away, she said. I stored<br />
it out of sight as much as I could, behind some boxes and<br />
old suitcases. Everything I was still attached to had now<br />
come together in this perfect rucksack and I couldn’t let<br />
go yet. At the bottom of it was the Lord of the Rings, a thin<br />
paperback edition, three volumes in one binding, read to<br />
pieces and taped together again. The only book I hadn’t<br />
been able to part with. I held it in my hand and hesitated.<br />
Shove it between my clothes hoping nobody would notice.<br />
Or put it with the few holy books in the ashram cabinet,<br />
which would pretty much show my lack of understanding<br />
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