the sky over the gatineau hills.

the sky over the gatineau hills.
graham law.

the sky over the hills.

the sky over the hills.
graham law.

Monday, January 25, 2016

Meditation Works, Really.


During a fresh wintry himalayan morning, as I walked past my guru's hut, I heard him knocking on one of the windows, motioning me to wait. He came out his front door, declared that he felt like taking a drive and within another few minutes we were on our way up the mountains. Having arrived at a moon-scape of a place called 'Kothi', with an altitude of 1550 miles or 2500 meters, it began to snow hard. We were quickly snowed in. That's how it is there, and so I spent the next three days basically closeted with my teacher in a small cabin meditating, studying scriptures, chatting. 

That was a profound time for me. There were sittings during which I honestly lost all sense of time and space, during which all that remained was life in the purest sense of the word, free and forever. It was a transformative time, and upon our return to the ashram, obviously, my friends wanted to hear all about it. So I immediately ended up holding court, so to speak, in a nearby chai shop. There were several of us sipping chais as i proudly described my special last few days, the bliss and peace and depth of it. 

Meanwhile, a biker kept revving his engine at the adjoining shop next to us. I motioned for him to stop, but he didn't. I called over, but he just smiled and revved it even more. I got up, walked over and hollered above the noise: "Either shut the damn thing down or take off!" He looked me straight in the eyes, grinned and turned the throttle full blast. I went nuts. I grabbed the guy and wrenched him from the seat to the ground, sending the bike down with him. I jumped on top and began punching wildly, totally out of control. The 80-year-old chai shop wallah, the other nearby shop-keepers and all my friends tried to pull me off.

The rest is a bit of a blur at this point. I recall seeing my friends walking away afterward shaking their heads. I recall one muttering sarcastically to me: "So basically you had a great time, did you (?)" In satsang next day, when guruji was told of the incident, all he did was turn to frown at me and say: "More purity needed." 

No comments :

Post a Comment