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24 December Amritapuri

 

The children presented a beautiful Christmas program

with traditional carols. As 100 Finns had arrived

that day, some of the carols were in Finnish. This

program was followed by a program that seemed

inappropriate. Apparently Amma thought so too

because I saw her motion to a brahmachari and

then the large sliding wooden doors were

unceremoniously closed on the act before it was

finished.

 

Later, when I talked to X about the program, she said

Mother is in control of absolutely everything that

happens here, and for whatever reasons, it was

supposed to go on. She told me that NOTHING fazes

Mother. She said that once there was a couple that

came here that had been together as “Raj Neeshies” for

years and were really into sex. So they explained to

Mother that they would need a private room together

for all their sexual practices, and contrary to all

ashram rules, Mother said, “Yes, yes. Fine, fine,”

and made arrangements for them to have their own room.

However, on the way up to the room, the woman

suddenly just “freaked out” and left her lover of many

years! As always seems to be the case with Masters,

there are never any explanations given, these things

“just happen.”

 

 

After the Christmas program, Y asked me to go to

the beach with her for her evening smoke. (Smoking

is not permitted on ashram grounds.) It's against

ashram rules to go off the grounds at night, and my

natural inclination was to obey ashram rules and not

go, but knowing that I probably would not be on the

shore of the Arabian Sea on a full moon night on

Christmas Eve in the forseeable future, and knowing

how absolutely fearless Y is, I decided to disregard

ashram warnings and go. We went out the rear gate

and down to the sea wall, which I didn't realize was

even there. On our way we saw a bunch of burned

coconut shells in a circle. I said, "Oh, this must

be where the cremation was!" Y said, "I saw men

a few mornings past pouring what looked like oil

and water around this site in some sort of ritual.

I didn't know what it was about."

 

Y helped me up on the sea wall. I had taken my

trusty flashlight out on the way down there, and then

became somewhat uneasy when it appeared that men far

down the beach were yelling and (possibly) coming

our way, attracted, as incredible as it seems, by

the tiny gleam of this small flashlight and Y's

lighted cigarette. We stood on the sea wall and

I kept an eye on the men who appeared to be coming

our way. Finally, I nervously asked Y if she was

ready and she said yes, although I was probably

rushing her a little bit. Just as we were getting

down off the sea wall, these three men came up and

surrounded us. They began speaking and Y dealt with

them, of course. All I remember their saying was,

"Please one cigarette, Mum?" to which Y replied,

"I don't have cigarettes; I only have tobacco.

Sorry" Then to me she said, "That's always their

favorite line--that and "One pen, please?" from

the kids. The tobacco line always stops them cold,

even in the cities. They don't know what to do with

it." (Y does smoke roll-your-owns!) The men did

not follow us or act otherwise aggressive,but they

sure scared me by coming up and surrounding us.

Why would anyone come 100 yards down

the beach at night to see strangers?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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