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"
One
of
these
days
this
has
to
end
,
"
I
said
.
"
I
just
wish
I
knew
how
.
"
When
lunch
ended
,
the
plumber
/
poet
from
New
Zealand
slipped
me
a
note
.
It
said
to
meet
him
after
dinner
;
he
wanted
to
show
me
something
.
So
after
dinner
that
night
I
met
him
over
by
the
meditation
caves
,
and
he
told
me
to
follow
him
,
that
he
had
a
gift
for
me
.
He
walked
me
across
the
Ashram
,
then
led
me
to
a
building
I
’
d
never
been
inside
before
,
unlocked
a
door
and
took
me
up
a
back
set
of
stairs
.
He
knew
of
this
place
,
I
guessed
,
because
he
fixes
all
the
air
-
conditioning
units
,
and
some
of
them
are
located
up
there
.
At
the
top
of
the
stairs
there
was
a
door
which
he
had
to
unlock
with
a
combination
;
he
did
this
swiftly
,
from
memory
.
Then
we
were
up
on
a
gorgeous
rooftop
,
tiled
in
ceramic
chips
that
glittered
in
the
evening
twilight
like
the
bottom
of
a
reflecting
pool
.
He
took
me
across
that
roof
to
a
little
tower
,
a
minaret
,
really
,
and
showed
me
another
narrow
set
of
stairs
,
leading
to
the
tippity
-
top
of
the
tower
.
He
pointed
to
the
tower
and
said
,
"
I
’
m
going
to
leave
you
now
.
You
’
re
going
to
go
up
there
.
Stay
up
there
until
it
’
s
finished
.
"
"
Until
what
’
s
finished
?
"
I
asked
.
The
plumber
just
smiled
,
handed
me
a
flashlight
,
"
for
getting
down
safely
when
it
’
s
over
,
"
and
also
handed
me
a
folded
piece
of
paper
.
Then
he
left
.
I
climbed
to
the
top
of
the
tower
.
I
was
now
standing
at
the
tallest
place
in
the
Ashram
,
with
a
view
overlooking
the
entirety
of
this
river
valley
in
India
.
Mountains
and
farmland
stretched
out
as
far
as
I
could
see
.
I
had
a
feeling
this
was
not
a
place
students
were
normally
allowed
to
hang
out
,
but
it
was
so
lovely
up
there
.
Maybe
this
is
where
my
Guru
watches
the
sun
go
down
,
when
she
’
s
in
residence
here
.
And
the
sun
was
going
down
right
now
.
The
breeze
was
warm
.
I
unfolded
the
piece
of
paper
the
plumber
/
poet
had
given
me
.
He
had
typed
:
INSTRUCTIONS
FOR
FREEDOM
1
.
Life
’
s
metaphors
are
God
’
s
instructions
.
2
.
You
have
just
climbed
up
and
above
the
roof
.
There
is
nothing
between
you
and
the
Infinite
.
Now
,
let
go
.
