Abandoned roads - Jos Lammers
Abandoned roads - Jos Lammers
Abandoned roads - Jos Lammers
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pillows on the porch. And the paintings of frisky young<br />
women and sturdy looking old men on the wall.<br />
His garden almost bordered on that of the previous<br />
ashram on Franklin Street. When I stayed there, he was<br />
here painting, replacing roof tiles and shining copper. No<br />
way we would ever have talked to each other about that<br />
back then. I didn’t even know where my own housemates<br />
were from or what they had done in the past. Aside from<br />
satsang, service and meditation, everything was illusion<br />
and deception.<br />
That evening Janny and I walk along Colfax Avenue<br />
to 511 16th Street, the address that for the Western followers<br />
of Maharaj ji came closest to paradise on earth.<br />
In reality it was a rather gloomy office building, with<br />
heavy rough stone walls and narrow windows. Inside it<br />
was basically dark. A wobbling elevator, wooden paneling<br />
in the corridors and offices and dark wooden desks that<br />
probably came with the building. The ‘executives’, like me<br />
as ‘international coordinator Europe and Australia’, had<br />
their own offices on the first two floors, rented by the<br />
Divine Light Mission from the arms manufacturer Joe<br />
Gould. The floor above was an open space with wooden<br />
benches, that served as a cafeteria during the day and for<br />
satsang gatherings in the evenings. On top of that were<br />
three more office floors with large open working spaces<br />
for bookkeeping, arranging travels and festivals, mana-<br />
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