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LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT “Why do you want to be successful in life? Is it for security? Is it to feel superior over others?” reverberated a booming and yet soothing voice, which, in posing the most obvious but seldom-asked question, disturbed the entire audience. “Success,” he said, “is your goal and that is why you are here listening to me tonight. You could be doing a thousand other things right now rather than spending your beautiful evening and your money here. What is your idea of success? Having money? Having a great position? Being a celebrity? And all the glamour and fame, etc., etc.? Why? Do you think that rich people are secure? Do you think that famous people are always happy? Just read the papers and watch the news. How many poor people will commit suicide today and how many rich people will have a romantic night tonight? Or how many wealthy people would be eager to trade their millions to experience heartfelt laughter? Why do you live?” A long five-second pause. “To be happy and to continue expanding your happiness. The entire purpose of life is for the expansion of happiness. To reach out and feel all you can feel. To love, and to bathe in beauty. Tonight we will explore. We will go where you have never gone before. And you will learn how you can be whatever you want to be, do whatever you want to do, and have whatever you want to have. And know that you don’t have to acquire this power, you already have it. I will give you the key. And all you have to do is to unlock this power and get on with the business of real living. Enough of reading book after book about how to do this and that. Most aspirants end up becoming book junkies. They think that by reading a book they will get rid of all their anxieties and all their stress, and get out of disgusting depression. It never works, and will never work. And even by attending this seminar, do you think anything will change? You will only feel inspired, and then, when the inspiration wears off, you will be back to your same old self. You need the key. Tonight I will show you where the key is, and will explain how to go there. And you will have to unlock yourself from the dungeon of despair, hopelessness, limitations, and anxiety. Your true self is free. You have made it a prisoner of your circumstances. You will change your circumstances and be free again.” The man stood five feet ten inches tall on the stage, softly lit with a spotlight that followed his movements across the stage. His movements were synchronized with the movements of his voice and each word was like a chord that struck the heart of his audience. His silver gray hair glistened against the spotlight. An audience of four hundred had become one. His voice, his words, the gentle gestures of his hands were penetrating every heart, bypassing the overactive calculating brain, the brain, that marvel of the universe that usurps the Spirit of its longing to reach out and feel all it can feel. His words stilled the fast mind. And the entire being of the audience was transported into another dimension that felt comfortable and yet new. It was another reality, and yet, bordered on fantasy. They knew that their lives were not going to be the same again. His name, Ram Shankar Roy. All those who knew him affectionately called him Professor. Whether he was a professor or not, nobody really knew, and nobody really cared or bothered to find out. He was more than Professor to them. He was a transformer of lives. Every life that he touched became happier and was at peace. Natasha Maclean, a seeker and a teacher, an exquisite beauty, and a perfect blend of glamour and elegance, was hovering like a moth towards the flame of the Professor to be singed into union with him, though this was totally unknown to either of them. The drama of destiny was about to unfold. And the answer to life’s most profound question was to be revealed. Who am I? In that dim ballroom, spotlights on the Professor, pin drop silence. Professor gazed at his audience for a moment. It was a long moment. He asked: “Who is that one in you who is listening to this speaker?” Natasha tiptoed in from one of the doors at the side of the huge ballroom and sat on an empty chair beside a man whom she obviously knew, because he smiled at her and was expecting her. She was late. As she was sitting down, her eyes met Ram Shankar’s calm gaze, and were locked in a penetrating euphoric unashamed union, both of them completely unaware of their surroundings. They had never met before. Yet it seemed to them that they had been reunited after thousands of years. Their eyes spoke in silence. Natasha gave a gentle smile and Ram gave back a gentle nod that was perceived only by Natasha. The audience was totally oblivious to this interlude. Ram stepped forward towards the edge of the stage and stretched out both his hands sideways and said: “It is the Spirit that is listening. And it is the longing for love, which can only find its liberation in love.” The audience, completely enraptured with the quiet yet deep base voice of the speaker, did not notice the change in tone of the lecture.
Ram
continued: “Do you remember when you fell in love for the first time?
How did you feel? Is that moment still frozen in your heart? Do you hold
the picture of that moment in its full dynamics in your mind? And could
you paint it if you were an artist? If you couldn’t, then that was not
love. It was an infatuation misconstrued as love. Knowing who you are is
falling in love.” Natasha lowered her eyes and felt the embrace. She knew that she had met her destiny. Yet the culmination of that embrace seemed so far away. The destination was visible, but the course was uncharted and looked impossible. And right at that moment Ram said: “Nothing is impossible. No destination is impossible for the heart. All it needs is an unflinching desire. And today I have that. To be one with you and to show you that you are the creator of your world. And now you will design your world your way. The world that you see, the circumstances that are around you is nothing but the thoughts that you have nurtured. You are what your thoughts are.” Ram Shankar’s gravelly romantic voice reverberated through the ballroom. At that moment he could not think of anything else but Natasha. The beauty was custom made in heaven to fit what he had fantasized all his life. The beauty that he felt was the matrix of heaven, the aspiration of love, and the longing for the gods. He kissed Natasha in his mind helplessly. Natasha felt it, but she did not know why she was feeling the way she was feeling. She felt a spasm of love of a man embracing her. Or was she fascinated by the man on the stage so much and so mesmerized by his charm that she forgot why she was here? The whole experience was so enchanting, so perplexing, and so magnetic, that Natasha felt the feeling that she always wanted to have, as a prelude to an orgasm, but that she had never had. The prelude, the ecstasy, the euphoria that she wanted in perpetuity. She wanted him. She wanted to be made love to by this magnificent man on stage who was transforming lives with each word that he spoke. She wanted him in silence and in continuous ecstasy.
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