" Yet it was difficult to discount
the numerous, bone-chilling times that he had adopted a credible
Lucifer persona.
Vivid memories now rushed forward like water through a newly
unblocked dam. There were memories of Atmananda telling students
that he meditated each day at noon. "Maybe Atmananda's inner being
is always in a state of meditation," I thought, recalling the numerous
times that I had seen him at noon not meditating. "But then again,
maybe he was just lying."
There were memories of Atmananda's recent nightmare. "Guru tried
to kill me last night," he had told me several mornings before.
"Really?" I replied, certain that Chinmoy, the peace-and-tennis-loving
Guru, would not want to hurt anyone.
"That's right," he continued. "The Guru attacked me in the dream
plane and nearly strangled me. Fortunately, I am stronger than he is--
otherwise I would now be dead!"
"Are you okay?"
"My neck and throat hurt."
But Atmananda's sore throat had not stopped him from voicing
and capitalizing on what he had dreamt.
"The Guru is attempting to destroy me," Atmananda announced to his
disciples at subsequent Centre meetings. "You need to understand
that while the Guru has lost his spiritual powers, he has not lost his
mystical powers.
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