Abandoned roads - Jos Lammers
Abandoned roads - Jos Lammers
Abandoned roads - Jos Lammers
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Even in Denver they agreed in the end that my predecessor<br />
assumed the role of god in the game of life a bit<br />
too much and the order came that I had to hand over the<br />
management of our junk collecting and second hand shop<br />
and become ‘general secretary’, of Divine Light Mission<br />
Netherlands. In stead of sorting out rags in the morning<br />
and then supplying local residents with old beds, cupboards<br />
and clothes in the Divine Shop at the Van der<br />
Helststraat, I now had to grab a suit out of the racks myself<br />
and take care of houses, money, public gatherings and<br />
personal problems of the ashram members in the national<br />
headquarters at the Achtergracht.<br />
And problems existed. Like the guy who wanted to end<br />
all the questions that despite the meditation stormed his<br />
head by first jumping in the ring canal near Diemen and<br />
then climbing an electricity pole to hang by the wire, soaking<br />
wet. He survived and stared at me in pavilion 3 of<br />
the Wilhelmina Gasthuis, stricken dumb by medication,<br />
asking if now he was a bad follower. Another guy took off<br />
all his clothes and ran through the centre of Amsterdam<br />
in the middle of the winter to announce the Lord of the<br />
Universe had descended and started his crusade for peace.<br />
He kicked a dent in my chest and a hole in the door of<br />
the room were I finally contained him, to wait for the<br />
paramedics.<br />
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