"
"Rama is an only child," I thought.
"Agni used to have the power," he went on. "Now Dan has it.
They will have to fight each other for the rest of their lives..."
"That's bull!" I shouted.
The disciples looked shocked. No one spoke that way to Rama.
Now I was angry. It was still my turn. I turned to Rama.
My heart was pounding. ("Why do you tell Dana to tell me to tell
Tom to call you? Why can't you call your old friend on your own?
You're playing power games.") I said, "You're a grown man. You have
a Ph.D. You run a computer company and a spiritual organization.
Given three phone numbers, I think you should be able to contact Tom
by *yourself*." I sat down, stunned. I had spoken honestly to Rama.
It was invigorating.
"That's going to be a tough act to follow," admitted Rama.
Then he began to speak. Within minutes he transported me
with a tranquilizing voice and abstract language inside a fuzzy,
familiar bubble where words were not questioned and consciousness
seemed high. I found myself being drawn into his world.
It was comforting being back. Earlier, he had given me some play.
That made me feel important. I let my thoughts drift aimlessly about.
I found myself gazing, without blinking, into his eyes.
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