Pandemonium in Tiruvannamalai !

Word had gone around to the other cave (Stripes's cave, in which all the displaced animals were housed) that someone had written a book named Have Love for All Creatures. All the children were demanding a copy of the book from their mothers. Fathers were going to town looking desperately for the book, but no one in town had heard of it. The search had spread to Madras.
One mother was telling her baby monkey that they had just bought the latest Harry Potter book last month, and the no new books for another two months.

AT THE MANSION, Swami Miracleananda was hollering at his Biography Team, that such a big hype had never been created for books on his life and his miracles. "Miracles of Swami MiracleAnanda" had had paltry sales. "Miraculous Me" had not sold a single copy. The publisher was rumored to be shutting shop.

LATER in the day, another rumor spread to the other cave. Animals were getting excited about an Animal Hopsibal being built nearby. Mum Lioness immediately understood who was spreading the news to the other cave! They were saying that Tirucub was designing the cave and Sri Annamalai Swami would help construct it. Someone added that Bhagavan would lay the first brick. The story kept growing each time it was told.
The hippos said there would be a special section for hippos. Then the giraffes insisted that Tirucub had designed a tall section for them.
Animals began trooping down to show each other where they were absolutely sure the hopsibal would be contructed.

Word went around Tiruvannamalai, and all were very happy at this development. People who had come to wish Tiru on his birthday took this news back with them, and so word about this hopsibal spread to Kerala, Karnataka, Andhra Pradesh and even Maharashtra.

AT THE MANSION, Swami MiracleAnanda Maharaj was fuming at the Golden Temple Team. All news of the temple of gold had been received negatively in Tiruvannamalai. The officials had disallowed construction on the hill! He had tempted them with the idea of a Golden City and even tried to give them all expensive gifts, but to no avail. And now I hear that this Animal Hospital is being welcomed by all people !, he screamed, almost falling off his hammock.

LATER in the day, when Mum Lioness was a little busy, naughty Spotty snuck over to the other cave and read out Om cubs poems to them. Om cub had written a poem in which he promised to build a Temple of Awareness, and it would be filled with Ramana pictures and books, and meditator creatures. All animals would be welcome there. Special care would be taken for giraffes and elefinks, rhinos and hippos. The animals were thrilled to hear about this. They all demanded to know when it would be complete. The baby animals kept asking every half hour, "Daddy, is it ready yet?"
People in the town wanted to know what they could do to get the temple built as fast as possible.

AT THE MANSION, Swami MiracleAnanda was tearing his beard apart. Old devotees were questioning his miracles. People in town were being warned to stay away from him! While a three-year old cub was designing a Temple of Awareness that people could not wait for! And what pained him the most was that the temple would have pictures not of himself dressed in shimmering silk laced with gold, but of that poor swami who lived in a cave and often begged for food.

He called his bedraggled devotees into the lawn in front of the mansion. This is our first Lawn Darshan, he announced. I cannot give you miracles since your karmas are not good enough for them. Therefore I have decided to change my name.
Everyone waited expectantly. The only enjoyable part of staying with Swami Miracleananda was the excitement of his frequent name changing. Everyone held their breath.
But first Swami MiracleAnanda told them that due their insignificant donations and devotion, the movement to liberate the earth was slowing down. It is you all, on whom global enlightenment depends! You have failed mankind! My books are not selling, and you human beings won't let me create a temple in my own name! Even you all do not believe truly that I am God.
After about one hour of this haranguing, just when all the devotees felt as lowly as slugs, as insignificant as bedbugs, he lifted his head and announced. As Lord of the Universe, I now change my name again, in order to better your lot. I shall henceforth be known as Jagadguru BlissAnanda.
Whoever thinks of me shall be eternally in bliss. Also whoever donates to me shall have grace for many, many, sixty-four to be precise, generations.

He then called upon his two richest devotees. One of them had just donated one million dollars to BlissAnanda. From now on, these two are my right and left hands.

The meeting went on like this. To make the devotees happy, spiritual names were given out. Mantras were also given to a few which made them even happier. The rest would be initiated into a mantra when they had proved their devotion through service and donation.

AT THE CAVES, MUM LIONESS was struggling to contain the sityashun. She had no idea how out of hand it had gone. She tried to tell everyone that Tiru had only made a plan. A lot of work had to go in, along with approvals and permissions and sanctions. She tried to explain that Om baby would build his temple when he grew a little older, and that meant a bunch of years.

One hippo baby cried that he had scratched himself and need to go to the hopsibal right now. All the others looked themselves over for nicks and scratches and began crying too.

Mum Lioness was about to give up, maybe even faint, when in burst Spotty.
He shouted, "Bhagavan is going for pradakshina! Who wants to come along?"

Before Mum could say Jackrabbit backwards, or even forwards, the cave had cleared of all animals. After the dust had settled, she could not help thank Spotty for saving the day.


The cubs had a bath, hopped onto her shoulders, and they all joined the long line of devotees doing pradakshina with Bhagavan.