Become an Ideal Person

Wales, United Kingdom. 1980.

Today at the breakfast table, I commented to some Margis:

I ate the pie at a leisurely pace.*

Superphysics Note!

This is the corruption that affects people in the spritual or religious path

We left after about 10 minutes. Since we were late, Karun drove me by motorcycle as fast as he could.

Still, we arrived 1 minute past the scheduled departure time. We sat down on the platform to wait for the late train.

Five minutes passed in pleasant conversation. Then as one lady walked by, I asked:

I was shocked.

It leaves about 7 kilometers from here. Straight down that road. But I tell you, it’s already too late.

I pulled Karun onto the motorcycle. Even as we rode off, he protested at the futility of it.

About 3 kilometers down the road, we spotted a bus on the side of the road.

I ran to the bus. and leapt inside.

The driver had his head underneath the steering wheel, and was trying to see something.

I laughed.

Just as I said that, he turned the key and the engine roared.

As the bus drove off, I stuck my head out the window.

Karun yelled at me:

Ten days later. Oslo, Norway.

I was busy until late last evening, reviewing the meditation lessons of a few Margis. Abaniish knocked on my door.

By and by, I got ready. Once in the car, Abaniish drove like mad. When we arrived at the station, Abaniish and the other Margis jumped out and ran. I walked.

But just as the platform came in sight, the train pulled away.

I stood there flabbergasted.

I ran toward the car. Abaniish laughed, and came after me slowly. When he finally got to the car, he said.

But I insisted, so reluctantly he drove. All the way to Lillestrom he kept saying:

But I pushed him to drive faster.

25 minutes later, as we came near the Lillestrom station, we saw the train also approaching.

As the car screeched in, I threw the door open, sprinted to the train, and jumped in, out of breath.

Then, anti-climactically, the train remained there for a few minutes. The Margis jogged up, clapping their hands.

Due to their laughter, perhaps they didn’t hear me add. “I got your message. Baba. Twice in ten days is enough.”