What is it like, to be the disciple of a real spiritual master?
How is life different from those who don't follow a path?
This book is the continuation of my first one: The Hidden Path.
If you are not yet familiar with the topic, if you are new to t...
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As the cheering exploded across the old center of the city the elated feeling within me suddenly turned to one of dread.
Dang!
I cannot follow!
"Hurry, get into the car. We have to leave immediately!"
The dazed look on my ginger friend's face made it obvious that – mentally – she had not left the ceremony, yet.
"The Peace Runners are exiting the city through the pedestrian area," I urgently pointed out our immediate problem. "And I have no idea where they are heading or how to get there!"
Why hadn't anybody told me? Why had I not taken a map? (Please note that this was still a few years before the universal use of mobile phones. At this point, the first Nokia phone had been introduced, but it was much too expensive for poor students like us. And heavy. Hence the nickname: 'brick'.)
Of course, I had thought I would simply accompany the runners to wherever they were heading to. And that Dipavajan would be around the entire time. Well, technically, he was. He was with the group, running. He was just not around me.
"Come on!" I was getting seriously impatient with my friend, who was calmly fiddling with her camera and giving no sign that she had even registered my words.
"Hm."
Yes, it sometimes took a few moments to get back to reality after a Peace Run Ceremony, but at that moment we did not have the luxury to indulge in any blissed out feelings.
"Come on, we have to hurry!"
Very reluctantly, the slightly pudgy girl turned towards me, clapped the protective, black lid back on her expensive camera and trudged behind me to one of the exits leading off the square.
Not the same one that the runners had taken, unfortunately.
As soon as we had taken our seats and fastened our seatbelts (which had taken way longer than I would have preferred, since my friend was not one to be rushed), I chanted "Supreme, Supreme, Supreme", before starting the engine and taking off as fast as the traffic lights would allow.
I had briefly considered doing the usual one-minute protective meditation before starting to drive, but I was far too stressed to be able to sit quietly for that long.
Besides, I argued with myself, we were on the Peace run. Which would surely grant us some special protection.
But now that our car was moving forward, I was fully confronted with the inescapable difficulty of our situation:
I really and truly had no idea where to direct the vehicle to!
And no one to ask.
Since my photographer friend had also not taken the trouble to inquire for directions – after all, she had expected the driver (me!) to be informed about such details – I was truly alone.
