Abandoned roads - Jos Lammers

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Ten Right. Denver it is. For me still synonymous with the International Headquarters (IHQ) of Maharaj ji’s Divine Light Mission at 511 16th Street. The sound is even more mythical than Prem Nagar. But never the less the place where it all ended for me after five years of ‘satsang, service and meditation’, the true life of a devotee. The plane that brings Janny and me to Denver, at first has a broken generator, but eventually flies anyway and the stewardess assures me with a friendly touch on my arm that everything is going to be just fine. And it is. As non-car owners we even know after an attempt or two how to handle the windows of our rented car, resulting in the woman operating the barrier at Avis waving and laughing us good bye as we drive into the city with a view on the Rocky Mountains. There I booked a bed & breakfast 50
in Gilpin Street, just around the corner and in exactly the same type of house as the ashram at Franklin Street where I used to live. The ashram was a big, detached house, about a hundred years old with lots of wood in and out and a large porch next to the front door. The Divine Light Mission rented around ten or so of such houses in Denver. About twenty five people shared the house on Franklin Street and inside and out it was a bare and severe place, with a tiled garden that for a seeker of enlightenment was obviously out of bounds. Now we stay just around the corner at John Walters’, a retired pharmaceutical researcher. He decorated his B&B inside and out with flowers, copper bars, draped fabrics, pleated borders and ornate furniture. We have the Rose Room, a room like a stuffed animal with a high wooden bed to climb up on to and sink in. “It works for you huh”, John giggles when he sees our faces and hears our cries. He’s sixty now and was thirty when he bought the house, ‘a complete mess’. Piece by piece he hammered and painted everything whole again and bought European antiques by the container, unseen. That’s where the gold-plated lion paw is from that functions as support for a piece of heavy, red velvet in our Rose Room. Just like the woman made of stone that empties her amphora in the pond with goldfish. And the metal rocking couch with huge flowery 51
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