The boy in school who was "the same" as me
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In the school where I was, there was one seeker who meditated on Guru’s Transcendental photograph. He was not yet a disciple, but a seeker. He was in another class, but I went with the girls from his class on vacation – not vacation, but more like a school where you learned how to cook, how to do the things that girls did, such as sewing. They saw me, and they said, oh, we have one boy in our class and he is exactly like you, you have to meet him. They told him the same thing, but he was a seeker and he was not interested in getting to know a girl.
But then, a few weeks later, I was in the same room as he was. Somehow Guru managed it so that everybody else was out of the room except the two of us. We realised that we must be the ones who were exactly "the same", even though we had absolutely nothing in common. We were actually very different, but the other schoolgirls felt something was the same inside us.
I don't know why, but he told me all about meditation and Guru. It was all so fascinating for me that from that day on I stopped eating meat. I was so happy! When I went home I was kind of jumping and dancing around like a little child. My mother said, “What happened to you? Are you in love?” I said, “No!” I didn’t like that boy at all, but I was so happy, and I didn't know why. Later I knew why.
He invited me to go to a lecture, not a lecture but a kind of concert. There I saw Kailash. He was playing harmonium. I asked him about everything. And then I told him, “I want to be like you. I want to be a disciple.”
Then he said, “Oh, well, you first have to take a meditation class. It's not something you do so quickly just for fun. It's something you do for your life." I said, “I am a hundred percent sure.”
They were going to New York the next day, so I said, “Please, please, ask Sri Chinmoy. Take my photo and ask if I can be his disciple!”
Luckily, Guru accepted me. I wouldn't have known what to do in my life without Guru.
A true disciple
Has only one choice:
His Master’s voice.
Sri Chinmoy 1
- 1. Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees, part 7, #6672, Agni Press, 1998
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