Abandoned roads - Jos Lammers

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In Denver they were very happy with that. Especially
the reports of balanced books and a surplus of money,
were greeted there with great enthusiasm. So I
bought a suitcase that would keep my Van Gils suits
from crump ling and took a plane to Denver to go to the
office everyday, just like the rest of the world. There I put
mailings out to the national headquarters, telling them
how to set up their organization. Because I didn’t have a
clue about the situation there, or about what Maharaj ji
actually wanted, it all stayed pretty unreal. Just like the
phone calls for advice. Like Roberto, general secretary of
Spain, staying up that night to be able to call me about
finding his housemother and ashramcoordinator the
morning before in the meditation room. On the floor, together,
‘you know’. Both of them he couldn’t do without.
“What should I do” I had no idea and also had to join a
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