Abandoned roads - Jos Lammers
Abandoned roads - Jos Lammers
Abandoned roads - Jos Lammers
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circles, just like the songs. The microphones cracked, the<br />
followers sang, the sun burned and the mahatmas praised<br />
our luck because the road to eternal bliss was right in front<br />
if us. For three days without end, sometimes in English but<br />
mostly in Hindi.<br />
At the end of the third day Maharaj ji came. First, unexpectedly<br />
even so, some American followers that were part<br />
of his own security service, the World Peace Corps, walked<br />
onto the stage. With decent suits and sturdy faces. People<br />
nudged each other. Then he came. Everybody bowed deep<br />
to the ground. At this distance I couldn’t see him very well,<br />
but his face seemed to beam with light to me, like smiling<br />
babies sometimes have. I understood he was constantly<br />
one with the divine sound within and permanently stoned<br />
on nectar. So that’s how that looked. I again bowed in the<br />
dust. He sat down on the throne. One of the mahatmas put<br />
a garland around his shoulders and kissed his feet. The<br />
microphone cracked. “Dear premies 2 ”. His voice sounded<br />
young, but with the peace of mind of a wise, old man. “You<br />
have come a long way.” Around me, Western followers looked<br />
at each other, moved. That was true! And he spoke to<br />
us! “Give the reins of your life to me and I will bring you<br />
salvation.” “Oh, my lord”, someone whispered next to me.<br />
Then Maharaj ji switched to Hindi.<br />
2 ‘Premies’ sounds like ‘premmies’, is Hindi for ‘the ones that love’<br />
and the name to indicate followers of Maharaj ji.<br />
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