THEY had a house of whale bones and eucalptus logs on the Antarctic shore by the edge of a brimming sea, and every morning you could see Gunyah Caldronn gutting the penquins and wallabies that had been harvested on the nightly hunt, or cleaning the house with smoke wafts which, taking all the dirt with it, blew away on the hot south pole breeze. Afternoon, when the Antarctic Ocean was warm and motionless, and the little solar powered fishing boats hung on the horizon, and the distant research ruins were all enclosed, and nobody drifted out their doors, you could see young Pudis himself in his room, taking moksha lessons from his Tamil guru on the Internet.
They lived in a whale bones house on the edge of a blooming land, and the penquins were being gutted. The Tamil was literally levitating in a room in Madras or somewhere, teleported worldwide by the solar magic of the Internet. This is what he said:
uThe point marked "six" is known as the "nape", the area at the back of the neck which is called "pidari" in Tamil. This is the place of wisdom and knowledge. If you want to focus your mind on this point, fix your thought on the forehead and look at the nape. This point helps to bring your outer senses what the inner senses always feel. In this point, as you meditate you get to know all the secrets of the universe. The saints who get to know these faculties, these saints have an aura.>>
That was the cue for Herr K. to assume the sitting lotus posture, underneath that vast and glittering crystal lotus roof, and start meditating to the sounds of synthetic chimes. Guru Sarasuvathy just sat and watched him. He just sat and watched him. <<Be careful now: this is powerful stuff!>> he said. <<If the convex lens is used to focus sun rays, then one can burn anything under it. Similarly, if you can concentrate and meditate on your forehead in the third eye, such power can rein the seven senses. The power of human beings is spread all over sun, moon, stars and earth.>>
A gentle rain sprang from the fluted pillar tops, cooling the scorched air, cooling both of them. On hot days it was like sitting in a cool creek, and the floors of the house glittered with streams. Herr K. lay back into a chair which moved to take his shape even as he squirmed. A gentle rain sprang from the crystal pillar tops. Herr K. closed his eyes tightly, nervously.
The dream occurred.
His brown fingers trembled, came up, grasped at their air. A moment later he sat up, startled, gasping.
<<Did you fall asleep>> Sarasuvathy said -- he was used to the old sahib dozing off in the middle of meditation. <<I heard you cry out.>>
<<Did I? I was almost asleep and I had a dream.>>
<<In the daytime? You don't often do that.>>
<<I dreamed about a man.>>
<<A man?>> the Guru humouring him a little.
<<A man, his skin was green>> Herr K. said. <<He came up out of the earth.>>
<<From deep within?>> Sarasuvathy unable to contain himself.
When the soul merges in the veli the veils of concept are removed. There is no feeling of pain; a state of bliss starts. In this state the soul realises itself; God resides in this state. The soul unites with God in this state.
<<He was blowing a little trumpet>>
Herr K. said.
A VAGUELY RETRO RETROFITTED