Prana: In the Lap of Devotion

A Reasonable Man

In the Wurt Wurt Koort Tearooms:

“That’s ridiculous,” said Tom when Rybert told him about his new girlfriend. “That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard.”

“Then,” said Rybert heading for the kitchen with some plates, “you haven’t heard many stupid things.”

***

That afternoon, in the tearooms:

Tom had returned to the city by the time Merlyn got to the tearooms. She sat in her favourite corner. There were more reasons for her to travel to Waldmeer (plus another ten minutes to Wurt Wurt Koort) than there were for Rybert to visit her at Prana Community.

Although Wurt Wurt Koort was a tiny town, the tearooms were relatively busy as not only did the locals go there but the seaside visitors to Waldmeer often stopped at the quaint cafe. 

During a quieter moment, Merlyn took the opportunity to tell Rybert, “You will never guess who arrived at Prana, yesterday.”

Rybert shrugged as if that was a silly statement because it could be anyone.

“Bob Owens’s guru!” said Merlyn. “Guru Gadubanud from India.”

“I thought he was long since dead,” said Rybert.

“We all did,” said Merlyn. “He has never visited Prana, however, apparently, during the building of Ajna Temple, he would occasionally appear (in nonphysical form) to help Bob with the consecration of the linga. Bob started building that temple when he was sixty, finished it at seventy, died at eighty, and would now be ninety. Everyone assumed that the big boss guru would have been older than Bob but Guru Gadubanud is only seventy. Goes to show that seniority and superiority are not the same thing.”

“Why has he come?” asked Rybert.

“He said that the linga needs upkeep and as we don’t know how to care for its energy properly, he decided to come, himself. He said that, this time, he brought his body, even though it was more tiring and expensive to do so.”

Rybert looked unconvinced and said, “Is that all he is doing? Fixing up the linga?”

“He gave a talk, last night, in the temple,” said Merlyn, “and told us that he would continue to do so, every evening, until he leaves.”

“What did he say?” asked Rybert.

“That he has made himself into a reasonable man,” said Merlyn.

“Was he unreasonable before?” asked Rybert.

“Definitely,” said Merlyn. “Gurus are like that. They don’t care about being reasonable. They can be mental. They only care about one thing – your spiritual progress. They will do whatever seems best to promote that. The guru said that in recent years, as he has limited time left, he has been traveling to the West and decided to modify his approach so that Westerners would listen to his message.”

Rybert moved a pile of cutlery into the kitchen.

As no one else was in the cafe, Merlyn called after him, “He finished the session with a meditation and said, ‘I want you to sit in my lap.’”

“That’s sounds dodgy,” said Rybert poking his head around the door. 

“No, not like that,” said Merlyn. “Gurus aren’t like that. Not proper ones. He meant figuratively sit; that we must trust him, as a young child trusts their parents, if we want to benefit from his presence. No resistance; absolute devotion to the process. He said that each one must choose the way that is most suited to their temperament and stage of development but the quickest way is the way of devotion because whatever we are devoted to, we merge with.”

“That sounds unreasonable to me,” said Rybert. “What if he takes you somewhere you don’t want to go?”

“I know what you mean,” said Merlyn, “but the problem is that without the trust, he can’t help that much. He said, ‘It is your choice how much you will get from my visit. I can guarantee that you will come out of these processes alive and well but I cannot guarantee that you will all return to your previous lives. It is my wish and blessing that you receive maximum benefit.’”

The Waldmeer Series is much more than an engaging story. It is a doorway to personal and spiritual advancement. Each book is complete in itself. Written with many subheadings, each section has a specific, succinct focus. 

Waldmeer is an idyllic coastal village with stunning natural beauty. It is a place of healing with its quiet, repetitive rhythm and has remained relatively undamaged by the outside world. The simple events of Waldmeer belie the far more complex events of the interdimensional worlds. These worlds meet and merge.

Waldmeer (Book 1) There is a great deal of fantasy in real life and real in fantasy. Waldmeer starts with the ending of one relationship and the beginning of another. Maria grows up and finds her higher self.

Together (Book 2) The spiritual path is very practical and relevant. This is particularly so in our personal relationships which have more power to change us than anything else. Every relationship is a love lesson. Relationships are complex and multifaceted. They form, disintegrate, and reform based on problems, growth, destiny, and Divine assistance.

Circles of Separation (Book 3) Amira and some of her friends from Waldmeer continue their search for healing and happiness in Circles of Separation. Existence is much more than we can physically see. Our potential, in every way, is far greater than we understand. Spiritual reality is always pushing us towards evolution, healing, love, and freedom.

Faith (Book 4) What does the spiritual journey matter other than it transforms our lives? Nowhere is this more obvious than in our personal relationships. Love can never be lost. It is not exclusive. Life is precious and should be lived with purpose and courage. It is not only possible but essential that we learn how to turn our human experience into a happy and harmonious one.

Pittown (Book 5) In amongst the momentary glory and inevitable change is the unrelenting, ferocious desire to express the soul through a limited body in the hope that it can bring some peace to a painful inner and outer world. Along with all the dirty work, there is also love. Along with all the dirty dancing, there is also purity. Along with all the hatred, hurt, and anger, there is also healing.

Prana (Book 6) Spine up. Step up. Close up. Burn up.

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