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.’”