Abandoned roads - Jos Lammers

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circles, just like the songs. The microphones cracked, the followers sang, the sun burned and the mahatmas praised our luck because the road to eternal bliss was right in front if us. For three days without end, sometimes in English but mostly in Hindi. At the end of the third day Maharaj ji came. First, unexpectedly even so, some American followers that were part of his own security service, the World Peace Corps, walked onto the stage. With decent suits and sturdy faces. People nudged each other. Then he came. Everybody bowed deep to the ground. At this distance I couldn’t see him very well, but his face seemed to beam with light to me, like smiling babies sometimes have. I understood he was constantly one with the divine sound within and permanently stoned on nectar. So that’s how that looked. I again bowed in the dust. He sat down on the throne. One of the mahatmas put a garland around his shoulders and kissed his feet. The microphone cracked. “Dear premies 2 ”. His voice sounded young, but with the peace of mind of a wise, old man. “You have come a long way.” Around me, Western followers looked at each other, moved. That was true! And he spoke to us! “Give the reins of your life to me and I will bring you salvation.” “Oh, my lord”, someone whispered next to me. Then Maharaj ji switched to Hindi. 2 ‘Premies’ sounds like ‘premmies’, is Hindi for ‘the ones that love’ and the name to indicate followers of Maharaj ji. 38
Eight The next morning most inhabitants of the campsite rose early. To round up the festival guru Maharaj ji was going to give ‘darshan’: a personal encounter between master and follower, the biggest favor a ‘perfect master’ can grant and by the true ‘devotee’ seen as a short cut on the road to enlightenment. Kissing the holy lotus feet of the lord just once, was equal to at least one year of intensive meditation, according to the mahatmas. So behind the stage on the festival grounds a smaller platform was built, with Maharaj ji’s throne on it, decorated with gold colored fabric and flowers. At the actual grounds the thousands of Western followers had to form a line (‘single line, single line’), on the orders of the World Peace Corps, a long mark in the yellow dust, blown into little clouds by the many feet. When I lined up there 39
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