“Are you sure that you know Baba Gitananda? He asked, insisting. a “Yes, I know it well,” said the coolie. a “So take me to him. The Western form settled into the cart and began coolie pulled. While being transported through crowded city streets, the stranger said to himself: a Este poor man has no aspect of any spiritual teacher to meet, let alone Gitananda Baba. We’ll see where it ends by llevarmea . After a long journey, the coolie stopped in an alley so narrow by almost could barely move the cart. Panting with exertion and a broken voice, said: a “Lord, I’ll look inside the house.
Enter in a few moments. The West was really surprised. Do you have driven there to steal or even worse, maybe even beat him or killing yourself? It truly was a filthy alley. How could I live there Gitananda Baba or any spiritual mentor? Hesitated or even thought of flight. But, drawing on all his courage, he decided to get off the cart and enter the house for which he had penetrated the coolie. I was scared, but tried to overcome. He crossed a hallway leading into a room that was in twilight, where it smelled of sandalwood.
At the bottom of it, he saw the silhouette of a man in deep meditation. Was slowly approaching the yogi seated in lotus position on an antelope skin and in an attitude of meditation. ! Imagine his surprise to see that this man was the coolie had led him there! Despite the dim light of the stay, the West could see the loving eyes and quiet of the coolie, and watch the slow movement of his lips to say: a “I am Baba Gitananda.