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Some
of
them
walk
into
this
Ashram
looking
like
they
just
woke
up
in
the
trunk
of
a
car
-
like
they
have
no
idea
at
all
what
they
’
re
doing
here
.
Whatever
desire
for
transcendence
drove
them
to
apply
for
this
spiritual
retreat
in
the
first
place
,
they
’
ve
long
ago
forgotten
it
,
probably
somewhere
around
the
time
their
luggage
got
lost
in
Kuala
Lumpur
.
They
’
re
thirsty
,
but
don
’
t
know
yet
if
they
can
drink
the
water
.
They
’
re
hungry
,
but
don
’
t
know
what
time
lunch
is
,
or
where
the
cafeteria
can
be
found
.
They
’
re
dressed
all
wrong
,
wearing
synthetics
and
heavy
boots
in
the
tropical
heat
.
They
don
’
t
know
if
there
’
s
anyone
here
who
speaks
Russian
.
I
can
speak
a
teensy
bit
of
Russian
…
I
can
help
them
.
I
am
so
equipped
to
help
.
All
the
antennas
I
’
ve
ever
sprouted
throughout
my
lifetime
that
have
taught
me
how
to
read
what
people
are
feeling
,
all
the
intuition
I
developed
growing
up
as
the
supersensitive
younger
child
,
all
the
listening
skills
I
learned
as
a
sympathetic
bartender
and
an
inquisitive
journalist
,
all
the
proficiency
of
care
I
mastered
after
years
of
being
somebody
’
s
wife
or
girlfriend
-
it
was
all
accumulated
so
that
I
could
help
ease
these
good
people
into
the
difficult
task
they
’
ve
taken
on
.
I
see
them
coming
in
from
Mexico
,
from
the
Philippines
,
from
Africa
,
from
Denmark
,
from
Detroit
and
it
feels
like
that
scene
in
Close
Encounters
of
the
Third
Kind
where
Richard
Dreyfuss
and
all
those
other
seekers
have
been
pulled
to
the
middle
of
Wyoming
for
reasons
they
don
’
t
understand
at
all
,
drawn
by
the
arrival
of
the
spaceship
.
I
am
so
consumed
by
wonder
at
their
bravery
.
These
people
have
left
their
families
and
lives
behind
for
a
few
weeks
to
go
into
silent
retreat
amidst
a
crowd
of
perfect
strangers
in
India
.
Not
everybody
does
this
in
their
lifetime
.
I
love
all
these
people
,
automatically
and
unconditionally
.
I
even
love
the
pain
-
in
-
the
-
ass
ones
.
I
can
see
through
their
neuroses
and
recognize
that
they
’
re
just
horribly
afraid
of
what
they
’
re
going
to
face
when
they
go
into
silence
and
meditation
for
seven
days
.
I
love
the
Indian
man
who
comes
to
me
in
outrage
,
reporting
that
there
’
s
a
four
-
inch
statue
of
the
Indian
god
Ganesh
in
his
room
which
has
one
foot
missing
.
He
’
s
furious
,
thinks
this
is
a
terrible
omen
and
wants
that
statue
removed
-
ideally
by
a
Brahman
priest
,
during
a
"
traditionally
appropriate
"
cleansing
ceremony
.
I
comfort
him
and
listen
to
his
anger
,
then
send
my
teenage
tomboy
friend
Tulsi
over
to
the
guy
’
s
room
to
get
rid
of
the
statue
while
he
’
s
at
lunch
.
The
next
day
I
pass
the
man
a
note
,
telling
him
that
I
hope
he
’
s
feeling
better
now
that
the
broken
statue
is
gone
,
and
reminding
him
that
I
’
m
here
if
he
needs
anything
else
whatsoever
;
he
rewards
me
with
a
giant
,
relieved
smile
.
He
’
s
just
afraid
.
The
French
woman
who
has
a
near
panic
attack
about
her
wheat
allergies
-
she
’
s
afraid
,
too
.
The
Argentinean
man
who
wants
a
special
meeting
with
the
entire
staff
of
the
Hatha
Yoga
department
in
order
to
be
counseled
on
how
to
sit
properly
during
meditation
so
his
ankle
doesn
’
t
hurt
;
he
’
s
just
afraid
.
They
’
re
all
afraid
.
They
’
re
going
into
silence
,
deep
into
their
own
minds
and
souls
Even
for
an
experienced
meditator
,
nothing
is
more
unknown
than
this
territory
.
Anything
can
happen
in
there
.
They
’
ll
be
guided
during
this
retreat
by
a
wonderful
woman
,
a
monk
in
her
fifties
,
whose
every
gesture
and
word
is
the
embodiment
of
compassion
,
but
they
’
re
still
afraid
because
-
as
loving
as
this
monk
may
be
-
she
cannot
go
with
them
where
they
are
going
.
Nobody
can
.
As
the
retreat
was
beginning
,
I
happened
to
get
a
letter
in
the
mail
from
a
friend
of
mine
in
America
who
is
a
wildlife
filmmaker
for
National
Geographic
.
He
told
me
he
’
d
just
been
to
a
fancy
dinner
at
the
Waldorf
-
Astoria
in
New
York
,
honoring
members
of
the
Explorers
’
Club
.
He
said
it
was
amazing
to
be
in
the
presence
of
such
incredibly
courageous
people
,
all
of
whom
have
risked
their
lives
so
many
times
to
discover
the
world
’
s
most
remote
and
dangerous
mountain
ranges
,
canyons
,
rivers
,
ocean
depths
,
ice
fields
and
volcanoes
.
He
said
that
so
many
of
them
were
missing
bits
of
themselves
-
toes
and
noses
and
fingers
lost
over
the
years
to
sharks
,
frostbite
and
other
dangers
.
He
wrote
,
"
You
have
never
seen
so
many
brave
people
gathered
in
one
place
at
the
same
time
.
"
I
thought
to
myself
,
You
ain
’
t
seen
nothin
’
,
Mike
.
The
topic
of
the
retreat
,
and
its
goal
,
is
the
turiya
state
-
the
elusive
fourth
level
of
human
consciousness
.
During
the
typical
human
experience
,
say
the
Yogis
,
most
of
us
are
always
moving
between
three
different
levels
of
consciousness
-
waking
,
dreaming
or
deep
dreamless
sleep
.
But
there
is
a
fourth
level
,
too
.
This
fourth
level
is
the
witness
of
all
the
other
states
,
the
integral
awareness
that
links
the
other
three
levels
together
.
This
is
the
pure
consciousness
,
an
intelligent
awareness
that
can
-
for
example
-
report
your
dreams
back
to
you
in
the
morning
when
you
wake
up
.
You
were
gone
,
you
were
sleeping
,
but
somebody
was
watching
over
your
dreams
while
you
slept
-
who
was
that
witness
?
And
who
is
the
one
who
is
always
standing
outside
the
mind
’
s
activity
,
observing
its
thoughts
?
It
’
s
simply
God
,
say
the
Yogis
.
And
if
you
can
move
into
that
state
of
witness
-
consciousness
,
then
you
can
be
present
with
God
all
the
time
.
This
constant
awareness
and
experience
of
the
God
-
presence
within
can
only
happen
on
a
fourth
level
of
human
consciousness
,
which
is
called
turiya
.
