can be taught from body to body.
When I lived in Manavta Mandir in 95, I was
treated with intimate love from most of
Faqir Babas old devotees. There was a great
"hug-culture". Everybody was hugging everyone
and thus acknowledging and
fanning the divine
spark in fellow beings. But this atmosphere of
personal impersonal love was somehow cooling
off when I came in the range of old Lahori Pandit
Ji. From his body language I could figure out that he somehow did not
approve of this superficial western seeker.
One morning I watched him trying
to put the white scarf you see him wear around his head on a washing line.
But Pandit Ji is not that
tall and even after several attempts he did not manage to place his scarf on
the washing line.
went to assist him. I took the wet scarf from him
but just before placing it on the line I noticed a
strong smell of cat piss. The scarf was wet because
a cat had been pissing on it at night time! I tried
to communicate this to Pandit Ji who could not
understand one word of English. He was looking
at me with a displeased face as he would say:
Why is this stupid westerner not putting my scarf
on the washing line?
I then put the scarf close to his nose
saying: cat! cat! But due to his old age he could not smell
anything. Then I started to say mew! mew! and at the same time
put my nose close to the scarf with a displeased face. ... Now
something happened! He now looked at me pretty much as you can se on
these photos and then he gave me one of the best hugs I have ever got
in my life.
(I am obliged to pass this hug on...) He was a famous wrestler
in his young days and his hug was definitely still a wresters
love-declaration! This old man was still strong like a bull.