After about ten minutes of silence he asked, "Who saw the light
around Guru?"
One woman shot up her hand. Then another. I admitted to myself
that I thought I saw the photo glow.
"Guru flooded you with light from another world," he explained.
Then, inviting the audience to experience the "advanced" side of
self-discovery, he told us about Chinmoy's free weekly meditations
at St. Paul's Chapel, Columbia University.
By this time, in keeping with Atmananda's suggestions,
my brother had applied to study with Chinmoy. He was accepted.
He lived near the State University of New York at Stony Brook,
near the eight or so Chinmoy disciples, near Atmananda. When I asked
him to take me to his Guru, he said that he would.
We met at our parents' home. He wore all white clothes.
"White symbolizes purity--the spiritual quality men need to develop most,"
he explained, quoting Chinmoy. "Wearing white only adds one or two
percent more purity to your consciousness, but every bit helps."
My mother came into the room and looked at my brother.
"Uh-oh," I thought. I felt bad for my mother. She typically
had to deal with me and my brother on her own. Perhaps in
anticipation of an ulcer condition, my father tended to avoid
so-called family discussions.
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