Exhibition of Sri Chinmoy's Jharna-Kala art
A week-long exhibition of artwork by spiritual Master Sri Chinmoy took place in Sofia, Bulgaria in November. Sri Chinmoy began painting mystical artworks in November 1974; he called them Jharna-Kala, which means fountain-art in his mother-language, Bengali. In 1991 he expanded his artwork to include bird drawings representing the freedom of the human soul. Many of the 102 artworks on display in Sofia displayed these bird drawings.
For me, birds have a very special significance. They embody freedom. We see a bird flying in the sky and it reminds us of our own inner freedom. As I said before, I am a Truth-seeker and a God-lover. So I feel that inside each of us there is an inner existence which we call the soul. The soul, like a bird, flies in the sky of God’s Infinity. So the birds we see flying in the sky remind us of our own soul-bird flying in the sky of Infinity.
Sri Chinmoy 1
The opening night featured a concert of Sri Chinmoy's music performed in Indian classical style by Kanala Auer (Austria, sitar), Sadanand Magee (Ireland, tabla) and Ushika Muckenhummer (Austria, tanpura). Ambassador of India, Mr. Sanjay Rana and his wife attended the concert as special guests. After the concert, Ambassador Rana said: "We really moved to a different world. Thank you for bringing Indian music to our hearts here in Bulgaria.”
- 1. Sri Chinmoy answers, part 36, Agni Press, 2004
It was Christ himself who sent me to Guru
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I was an ordained Christian minister serving at the Metropolitan Community Church in Manhattan. I had found my “church home” there, and loved the community as well as the opportunity to serve the poor and downtrodden—but I was feeling a lack of spiritual direction for myself.
I began to feel desperate spiritually. Where was I going to find a place to address my personal spiritual growth? How was I going to grow in my walk with God? I couldn’t live without a place to grow emotionally and spiritually. I felt like I was dying inside. I couldn’t stand it anymore.
Late one evening, I went into my bedroom and sat down to pray. I prayed to Christ and asked him to help me. I needed a new spiritual director. I needed someone who could guide and advise me in my spiritual life. Someone really, really far ahead of me, someone I wouldn’t catch up with in just a few years by learning all that they could teach me. I wanted someone so far ahead of me that I could spend a very long time learning from them.
I felt that my life was meaningless without this kind of spiritual input. I realized that the only thing that mattered was following the Will of God, and I told Christ that this was all I wanted to do. Nothing else mattered—nothing else. I sat in my room and cried. My soul was dying without a context for spiritual direction. In the end, I had no more words except to plead with Christ over and over, “Thy Will be done. Thy Will be done. Thy Will be done.” I repeated these words until I had cried myself into exhaustion and finally fell sleep.
As chairperson of my department at the college I taught at, I had recently hired a new teacher with a spiritual background. Much as I had explored the different denominations of Christian churches in my young college days, I was always interested in hearing about people’s different spiritual experiences and beliefs. So I began to ask about her spiritual life.
She was a student of Sri Chinmoy, an Eastern meditation Master from Bengal, India, with whom she studied meditation. He was based in Queens, New York. She referred to him simply as “Guru,” and said that the students committed to his spiritual teachings (or “path”) were called “disciples.”
I asked about her spiritual lifestyle, what kind of meditation she did, and what that was like. At times she was reticent to say much about her group. But I was interested in spiritual discipline, and nothing that she described about Sri Chinmoy’s path seemed to be a problem. I respected her as someone who could make such a commitment to her spirituality. In turn, she was respectful of my Christian beliefs and church membership. We had many enjoyable conversations about spiritual matters.
She gave me, as a gift, a book by Sri Chinmoy called The Son, about the life of Christ. I was interested to see what an Eastern meditation Master would have to say about Jesus. I thought to myself, “This man, Sri Chinmoy, really knows who and what Christ is.”
I began to think that maybe meditation was something I should get into. Maybe this was my next step on my spiritual journey, to learn to meditate. I began to read some other books by Sri Chinmoy and had no problems with this Eastern form of spirituality. It reminded me of my attraction to Buddhist and Taoist forms of spirituality. I had no thought of joining the group, because, after all, I was a Christian and had dedicated myself to working for Christ in the Church as I was called to do. But the books were illuminating and insightful to me, teaching me more about God.
Eventually, my disciple friend invited me to visit her at her home. We entered into her meditation room. There in the middle was a raised altar of sorts, with a picture of Sri Chinmoy that was known as the “Transcendental” photograph. She invited me to meditate.
I thought, “I can’t relate to this picture. Since Jesus Christ is my spiritual Master, I will meditate on him.” I closed my eyes and began to inwardly chant, “Jesus, Jesus, Jesus.” What was strange was that I had never before prayed in this way. I knew that what I was chanting was called the “Jesus mantra,” but I had never done it before in my prayer life. Yet that was what came to me to do, so I chanted the name of Jesus in silence. It felt right, and comfortable.
Then something remarkable happened. I opened my eyes, and there stood Jesus, visible to my eyes, just to the left side of the shrine. It had been about two years since I had had such an experience of Jesus showing up, and I knew to pay attention.
He was dressed in a white linen robe. He was like a little child full of joy and energy, literally bouncing up and down and filled with joy. He looked at me, pointed at the Transcendental photograph, and said with immense happiness, “This is my Brother. This is my Brother. This is my Brother!” He spoke the words with triumph and delight, emanating joy and light. He then disappeared.
I was silenced, within and without. I took into my heart what I had seen and heard, and held it there. My first thought after the experience was, “So there is no harm in this man.” Sri Chinmoy, clearly, was a holy man.
Late that evening, my friend drove me home to Brooklyn. I was still quietly pondering my experience. About halfway home, my friend broke the silence. She said hesitantly, “You know, I grew up Jewish and, well, I never really felt any relationship with the Christ. But while we were meditating, I felt this presence in the room. At first I thought it was Guru, but it didn’t feel like him. And I don’t know how I know this, but it felt like maybe it was the Christ’s presence. I thought maybe it had something to do with the fact that you were there.” This last portion of the sentence was delivered in a rush.
Just when I was beginning to entertain the thought that maybe I had somehow made up the entire experience, and it was all just going on in my head, she said this. Now I knew that in fact, it had happened. We both had had experiences of the Christ at the same time, although in different ways.
About 10 days days later, I heard that Guru would be at the Whole Life Expo in Manhattan. So I attended the Expo with my disciple friend. This would be the first time I would have an opportunity to see Guru in person. In the large meeting room there, when it was Guru’s turn to take the stage, I saw a seemingly slight man dressed in a subtle blue robe-like garment come out from the side curtain and begin to move slowly toward the elevated platform. My attention was immediately caught as I realized I was looking at Sri Chinmoy.
As I watched him, I thought to myself, “He is all surrender. He is all humility.” I was stunned and awed by what I was seeing. It seemed to me that every move he made was from this surrendered space that I had briefly glimpsed. He was living in that form of spiritual surrender that I wanted so much to learn to be in. I could see that every movement and every breath came from that space.
And he was all humility. He had perfected surrender to the Will of God in every moment—and I was watching him manifest it. I felt immediately inside the very depths of my being that this man was truly another avatar. Like Christ. Like Buddha. Like Krishna. An incarnation of God. Divinity fully expressed in human form.
It took a few other experiences for me to know that I was meant to join Sri Chinmoy's path, but in the end, it was Christ himself who sent me to Guru.
If your heart is crying for a real Master, then you are bound to feel something when you stand in front of one. And if you find your own Master, you will find everything that you need in this life.
Sri Chinmoy 1
- 1. The inner world and the outer world, Agni Press, 1988
An example of Guru's inner guidance
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The purpose of life is to manifest the highest Truth which we embody. First we have to see the Truth and feel the Truth. Then we have to reveal and manifest the Truth.
Sri Chinmoy
Guru says that meditation and manifestation go hand in hand. When I have a manifestation project that is really important, my meditation becomes even more important as well. Anything that Guru has allowed me to work on in manifestation, any really important project, has only succeeded by Guru’s direct intervention and Guru’s grace.
When Guru was in the physical, after my meditation every single morning, almost every morning, Guru would call me on the phone. I had a special phone that Guru gave me. It was just for him, it was his phone. He would call usually at 6:30 or 7:00 in the morning and ask me, “What news?” and then give me advice. Really, I was sharing news with Guru, but he was blessing me and guiding me and doing everything through his Blessings and his spiritual Light.
Also my name means ‘eagerness’, but nobody in the universe had more eagerness to manifest the Supreme than Guru. When we had good news in manifestation, Guru got so happy. If you serve Guru through manifestation based on your inner connection to Guru, you serve outwardly other people. And you have to know that it makes Guru so happy.
One beautiful example, I will give you. A few years ago, I was so eager, eager to have a statue in East Timor. It is a small island that used to be a part of Indonesia. The people are mostly Roman Catholic and they were terribly mistreated by the Indonesians.
It was 2013. I was inspired because we were going back to Indonesia and I wanted to try for a statue of Guru in East Timor.
I tried to call the former Prime Minister. I called his phone number, but there was no answer. They were saying “wrong number” and I could not get through. I looked on the Internet and found a cell phone number. I dialed it but again could not get through. I tried other numbers but I could never get through. In fact, I could not get through to any number in East Timor. It was getting closer and closer to the time when we were going to have the Christmas Trip and I became more and more intense. I wanted so badly to reach this former Prime Minister.
Just as an example of how meditation and manifestation go together, I was meditating in the morning and I was basically praying to Guru: “Guru, please help me, because I cannot get the number. Please, you must help me.”
I was sitting at my shrine and I could hear Guru tell me, “Good boy, just put a seven.”
I said, “Guru, put a seven? What does that mean? I am happy to put a seven, but where?”
Guru just said again, “Put a seven, put a seven.”
I said, “Yes, Guru, I will do it.”
I could hear Guru saying to me, “No, no, now, now.”
I got up from my shrine, went to my desk and started to call the number. All right, I will just put a seven. I pressed the number seven and the rest of the phone number.
I was overwhelmed because the line started to ring and this man answered the phone with a deep voice: “Hello?” I recognized that it was the voice of the former Prime Minister. It was him!
I told him the story, that we were coming and we would love to have a statue of Sri Chinmoy. He was just so happy and said, “Bring it, bring it. We will find a nice place.”
I came back to my shrine and started to cry out of gratitude to Guru. It is all Guru’s miracles and Guru’s love.
This is a beautiful example of how meditation and manifestation go hand in hand.
During your deep meditation,
If you receive a message from within,
Then spontaneously, sleeplessly
And with utmost humility and devotion,
Try to manifest it into reality.Sri Chinmoy 1
- 1. Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees, part 16, #15214, Agni Press, 1999
Spiritual Masters do not die
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Here is a very short but extremely significant story.
One day Guru had invited us to ask questions, and one of the girls came up and began to ask, “Guru, when Sri Ramakrishna died . . .”
Guru immediately interrupted her and said, “Spiritual Masters do not die. They leave the body but they never, never die.”
Oh, where is death?
No death, no death.
All-where I see God’s
Nectar-Breath.Sri Chinmoy 1
Failures are the pillars of success
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Guru had come to San Francisco for many things, but one of the things was to visit Ananda Fuara, a really good restaurant they have out there. There were many people there from all over the West Coast. Of course, not everybody could fit into the restaurant. It wasn't big enough. So I was standing outside with the group of people.
Finally Guru came out and he was blessing us with his hand and smiling. Everybody was really happy. Guru got into the car that was waiting. Then Guru got out of the car and started walking towards me. I actually looked behind me to see if there is somebody more important standing there. But there wasn't. Guru walked up about six feet away from me and looked at me with half-closed eyes. He said, “You will not swim the channel? You will not swim the English Channel?” Then Guru turned around and slowly walked back to the car and they drove away.
So I decided I should try to start training that day in San Francisco. The water in the bay is very cold. It’s the same temperature as the English Channel. I went down to the bay and left my clothes and my shoes on the sidewalk. I went in and I swam for about 15 minutes. When I came out, I saw that someone had stolen my shoes. I was absolutely freezing, I was shaking uncontrollably. I got into the car and turned on the heater and tried to get warm.
I just I had no idea how anybody could possibly spend… I mean, some people had taken 20 hours to swim the English Channel. I'm thinking, “How do they do it? How do they stay in that water for 20 hours?” Well, part of the secret is that you're moving and you're creating heat, like when you're out running in the cold. But still, it's really a mystery to me.
But Guru said, “You have to eat. You have to eat more. Eat more.”
So up above where I was swimming is a tourist area with many restaurants, like Taco Bell, Mrs. Field’s chocolate chip cookies and so on. I would get in the water for an hour, get out, go up to those stores and just stuff my face with food. Then I would get back in the water and do that a few times. And it was starting to work. I got to about three hours.
Then Ashrita came out there to do an aqua pogo record in the bay and he was in there for hours. I think he might have had a wetsuit on. I was with him, swimming around back and forth. This really inspired me, and one time I stayed in for five hours.
I did swim the English Channel in 1988. I was the seven hundredth person, which was a low number at the time to do it. And, you know, the real problem was that I didn't really know how to swim. It took me three years to succeed and make it across.
The first time I was in Dover, there was a big storm, a force 7 storm. After a certain amount of time, they made me get out of the water because the boat—which was a really big boat, about 50 feet long—was going up 10 feet and down 10 feet. They were afraid it was going to hit me. So I had to get out.
The second time I did a lot more training. But I have to say my swimming stroke really wasn't that good. The channel is twenty-one miles across, and my swimming stroke just wasn't good enough.
When I was training for the third time, I finally got some help with my swimming stroke. A lifeguard at a pool in New York told me a few things and said, “Come back in a week.” Then he told me something else. And finally, I had learned some secrets because a really good swimming stroke is actually quite complicated.
So here's what happened. I am over in Dover by myself. And when the weather looks like it's going to get good and the tide is low, the captain of the boat who is going to take you calls and says, “We're on for tomorrow. It's going to happen tomorrow.”
It's pretty intense because then you wake up at maybe midnight and you get all your stuff ready. You call a taxi cab and then you drive to the top of a very high cliff, the White Cliffs of Dover.
It's quite a strange transition. You get out of the taxi with your helpers and a couple of boxes of food and things. Then you have to walk down about two hundred stairs. As you are walking down these really long stairs to get down to the beach, you have a lot of time to think. You're looking across. It is a pretty good day. You can see lights way in the distance. And again, the different parts of your being… Your mind goes, “Oh my God!” Your mind and your vital are kind of freaking out, but your heart and soul say, “Oh, it's not that far. I think it'll be okay.”
So I'm down on the beach and taking off my warm-up suit and everything, but it's pretty cold out. It's 4:00 in the morning and I've just got a regular speedo suit on, a small bathing suit, and the handlers start putting grease on me. The grease comes in tubs that you buy at the pharmacy. It is called channel swimming grease, something like one hundred grams of it. And they're smearing a couple of these tubs of grease all on you. You have to be very careful you don't get it around your head. It's very greasy. If your head gets greasy, your goggles might not be able to stay on. They might start rubber-banding off your head because it's too slippery. So, you know, I'm getting ready, and all of a sudden… I kid you not. A beam of light comes out of the sky and right through the top of my head. A column of light is coming down from above and through my head just as I was standing on the beach, getting ready to start.
So that lasts about as long as I could handle it. I am extremely charged up and the captain on the boat comes out on the deck. There's all these lights on the boat so I can see them him easily. He signals me to start. So I wade into the water and start swimming. I's about four, four thirty in the morning. I’m swimming out and the grease works pretty good for maybe an hour and I don't feel too much cold. Then it all starts to peel off.
Every hour they come out and give you some food. Usually it's hot tea and some kind of pastry, and you literally have 10 seconds to cram this pastry in your mouth and drink the tea down. My helpers would come out on deck. We have many pictures of Guru and they stand out on the deck holding different pictures of Guru and inspiring photos. Whenever I would turn my head to breathe, I could see them. There is kind of an art to swimming with the boat. I get in sync with the boat and as I’m swimming along I am able to look at Guru. I realise that whatever I can do, I have to stay in your highest consciousness because that's where time kind of stands still. Time isn't this really long line when you're in your heart. So I would say for anybody, but especially for the disciples, to stay in your heart is to not have to fight the battle in quite the same way, certainly, that you would if you're in your mind or your vital.
After about six, seven, eight hours, I am getting some food next to the boat, and my handler points and says, “Turn around and look!” I can see it was daylight and I can see France. I can see a place there called Cap Vernet with a really big white house. It looks close, but I know that it is still pretty far away.
So I keep swimming, keep swimming. It is getting closer and I can actually see there's some high cliffs on the other side. But the problem is the land comes to a point. So if you don't hit that point or get inside the point, the land drops away and you keep getting farther away. Then the tide changes one more time and it is pushing me away from the land.
I can see on my right, when I take a breath, the lighthouse and the cliff getting closer and closer. But then sometimes I look and I am farther away. So I am caught right in the currents. Each tide takes six hours. This is my third attempt to swim the English Channel after training for three years and I’m doing okay. I still feel pretty good. I'm going to sit in here and just swim in place for six hours if I have to.
I absolutely do not want to do that, but I am prepared to do it if necessary. Then I start taking really, really long strokes and swimming as powerfully as I can. Some of the things that my lifeguard friend had taught me are absolutely, absolutely helping that to happen. Before leaving for the third time to swim the channel, I had trained in New York for six Sundays in a row. Each Sunday I would swim 16 miles. I would go to a reservoir every Sunday and swim 16 miles for six Sundays in a row. That was my training.
In the Bible, there's a famous saying that says the spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak. Guru had actually said something almost exactly like it. He said, “The souls are willing, but the minds and the bodies are weak.” I had taken that to heart and did all this long training. My mind at that point is thinking, well, I can swim all day because of these long training swims. And I keep swimming harder and harder. And then I actually notice that I am making progress. Probably Guru is totally involved with me being able to do that and not staying out another six hours. But I am making progress and I get inside of the point where the lighthouse is. I get inside of the land.
Finally, as I am swimming in, there is a boat there that has just finished a relay swim. These people have just swum as a team in a relay. They are celebrating on the boat, popping champagne and laughing and shouting and cheering. And I swim right by them. I think at that moment, that's the only time in my whole swimming career that I feel like my actual swimming stroke is really good. I feel very, very good, very controlled, very coordinated.
I tell myself I'm going to swim in until my hand touches. And then my hand touches the sandy bottom. It's almost impossible to describe the feeling. It's very electrifying. And I try to stand up. Of course, my eardrums are cold and everything. I fall over a couple of times but finally I stand up and struggle on to the beach.
There is a couple there with their children having a picnic. At that time, I am a little bit fat. I am over two hundred pounds, about two hundred and twenty pounds. This fat, really red guy covered with grease, all swollen… because when you throw your hands forward for 13 hours, all the blood rushes to your hand. Everything gets fat. So this guy comes out of the water and crashes their picnic, but they are pretty happy to see me. I think they realise what is going on. It is rather extraordinary for them. And the French coast is absolutely beautiful. It's like an impressionist painting.
It is four minutes after 6:00 when I get out of the water with an elapsed time of 13 hours and four minutes, which is a pretty good middle of the road time. It's not 20 hours or 24 hours. There have been people who have landed in the dark, right at the cliff. They had to get out of the water and walk across the rocks through tidal pools in the dark and touch the wall. That's the rule of the channel swimming association. I managed to escape that fate.
The captain of the boat that went with me and guided me is extremely happy. He is wearing a suit but he gets into this little dinghy that has a bunch of water in the bottom and rides to the shore. I meditate for a while, but then we start celebrating. I pick up a bunch of rocks on the shore to bring back and give to people as souvenirs. I'm not sure why I am inspired to do that, but I start loading these rocks into the little boat. Then we head out to the main boat and go back to England.
In the boat, I feel very happy. Finally, after three years, I have gone from a kind of non-swimmer to a pretty good swimmer. In the way back in the boat, something comes to my mind from inside of me. I think, “Oh, good. Now I can go mountain climbing.”
So on October 1st, 1988, Guru honoured me for crossing the channel. Guru said, “I am so proud of you. Failures are the pillars of success. My three hundred pound lift was the proof that failure is nothing, nothing, nothing.1 So please, if you have failed, never give up. Here is the radiant example.”
Determination within,
Determination without
At every moment!
Lo, unimaginable achievements Are within your easy reach.
Sri Chinmoy 2
- 1. Sri Chinmoy attempted 212 times to lift 300 pounds before succeeding.
- 2. Ten Thousand Flower-Flames, part 76, #7585, Agni Press, 1983
The inner life and the outer life go together
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Guru was constantly trying to get the disciples to bring our consciousness up, and in particular to identify more with him.
We meditate; we sit in front of Guru’s picture and we try to identify with his consciousness. While he was on earth it was the same thing. Guru tried to get us to understand that the inner life and the outer life go together. At the time there were a couple of ways that Guru would try to convince our minds and let us realize that this is what we need to do every minute when we’re talking, when we’re working. It is consciousness; it is trying to bring consciousness up.
So Guru had a couple of things we could do. One was what he called the Inspiration Society. You could join the club if you were willing and wanted to do it for your own inspiration. Guru was practising running, so for each mile he ran, you would pay one penny. Guru also said it would inspire him to run more.
Each week Guru would report how many miles he had run that week, each day. At the meditation Saturday or Sunday, he would announce to the disciples how far he had run. Those in the club would offer a penny for each mile. It sounds kind of silly, but Guru said that it would encourage him to run more and be more fit, and therefore it would also encourage the disciples to run and do exercise more regularly themselves.
So that’s the connection I’m talking about. This happened over many years, in different ways, on different occasions. Disciples would lose interest and these clubs would disappear, so Guru would create another way. Guru was trying to make that connection with him to bring our consciousness up.
Showing a video to the Prime Minister of Nepal
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Mridanga was the videographer for many of the events that took place in Sri Chinmoy's life.
We were in Nepal for the Sri Chinmoy Peace Nation dedication. We had the ceremony, which was very nice. The Prime Minister came, big shots came, and the next day Guru gave the Prime Minister the U Thant Peace Award.
When meeting big shots, I would check and double-check and recheck the equipment, and normally I would bring a backup camera, just in case, because many, many things could go wrong. Actually, I don’t think ever there were any major problems, but there was an enormous amount of stress beforehand for me. I never really enjoyed the meetings because I was so focused on checking that everything was working.
That was a very difficult day because whenever Guru gave the U Thant award, Guru wanted to show the U Thant video. I had brought that video cassette with me to Nepal, but the videotape had gone missing. After the ceremony the tape was gone.
So I asked the hotel staff, I looked through their electronics room, but they were very unhelpful. I knew, oh God, that Guru was going to be unhappy.
So, the next day we went through all the security into the Prime Minister’s house. I was already there filming with my camera when Guru’s car came in. I started to film, but the camera went blank, and I’m, like, oh God, all these things today! I reset the camera, which was a Canon XL1. The lenses had come loose, and some other things. I was frantically trying everything, resetting, and thank God it finally started recording.
The event continued on, and it was very nice, but all the time in the back of my mind I was thinking: “Guru’s going to want to show the video and we don’t know where it is.”
The event outside finished and Guru went into the Prime Minister’s house. Guru was sitting with the Prime Minister in this room, and I was filming. Then Guru said, “Please show the U Thant film.”
I said, “I’m sorry, Guru, the tape went missing from the hotel.” Guru gave me this look, and I was like, oh God…
But then the Prime Minister called me over and he said to me, “Which hotel?” He asked me the situation of its disappearance, and then he called over one of his assistants.
We found out much later when we came back to the hotel, that the staff had suddenly changed. Suddenly they became very helpful. “What did you say? What did you say? A government minister came and told us there would be a police report, a whole police investigation. We have to find this tape!’”
Saudamini, who was our contact with Nepal, raced back to the hotel and brought the tape to us. Well, of course, that all takes time. So, Guru had the singers singing and Guru was chatting with the Prime Minister. They got on very, very well. Guru was very comfortable with him. All his assistants wanted him to leave because he had other events that day, but he was happy to stay with Guru.
Well, the videotape arrived and of course, you would expect there to be a television and a video machine in a president’s or a prime minister’s house. But then we realised there wasn’t one. Oh God. But luckily, Prajapati, a Nepali disciple who is a teacher said, “I know someone who lives on this street.”
So, he and I literally ran out of the Prime Minister’s house down the street, and he bang, bang, banged on this big gate.
Now, I found out later that he did not really know this person. He had met him once, and when the door opened, it was the person’s wife. The disciple spoke in Nepali, so I couldn’t understand. I could just understand the words “Prime Minister” and “television.”
So Prajapati and I ran into the house and upstairs where the teenage son was watching television and I just took the television. He was watching TV, but he was so nice. I grabbed the TV and Prajapati took the VHS machine, and we ran back down the street to the Prime Minister’s house.
We just ran right through the security. They didn’t check us or anything. We ran into the room, and I plugged it in. The government aides were saying, “Oh, no, no, no, there’s no time!”
I just ignored them and plugged in the TV and VCR. They turned on, they turned off. Oh, no! The power supply was very basic in Nepal, so I had to hold the plugs in against the wall while the video was playing.
But then it all worked. Everything went well. And I felt such relief and joy that I could do this for Guru.
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