The lion cubs had just finished Math class. Spotty was outside playing with Rumple and Crumple, the unruly hippo babies.
Spotty had now made it quite clear that he was having none of this mathematics business.
Mum Lioness had also enforced a new rule. All were to wipe their feet before entering the cave. And Rumple and Crumple so hated to do that, and that meant that they would have to stay outside. Which some suspected was the reason for the doormats.
So the headache of broken furniture and soiled cushions was more or less over.
When the cubs bolted out they found with quite a large gathering of the hill animals. He was telling them a story!
The three cubs peered through the circle of larger animals to see what was happening. Spotty was sitting in the center.
One deer was asking what had happened to the swami who had been taking money from everyone. Someone said "Namechangeananda", someone else said "MiracleAnanda".
Commotion prevailed with each animal trying to get himself heard.
The cubses' ears stood up at those names.
Would little brother Spotty really know what had happened to that swami?
Spotty shut his eyes for a minute. There was silence. And then little Spotty theatrically opened his eyes.
Swami Miracleananda also known as Blissananda or Swami K has gone quite far away. The officials and villagers and others chased him away. And i don't believe he will be coming back here again, Spotty said.
A giraffe poked his head through some other animals and asked, "But where is he and what is he upto?"
Spotty said "Om" three times and again closed his eyes for a moment. He could see Swami Blissananda and his followers quite clearly in his minds eye!
Swami K was talking to a follower named Chakrananda. In the background, a large tract of land was being cleared. Trees were being felled. The Swami was explaining that a large temple was to be constructed in this spot. And this spot was to be declared as the holiest spot on earth, the spiritual axis of the universe. Stories were to be circulated that the consciousness of all the Gods and saints since creation were hovering around here waiting for advanced seekers to arrive, so they could be given enlightenment.
Let them also say that all the Gods and saints are coming here for My darshan.
Another follower, Kundalini-ji, came with a fancy jewelled dress. Spotty was momentarily blinded by the dazzle of the gold and other stones on the kurta (shirt). Let everyone know that I wear these clothes only because my devotees insist. Otherwise i would wear orange robes. And what is the progress on my throne? Please tell that stupid fellow that if he does not deliver by tomorrow then the wrath of the gods, er, my wrath will befall him.
He then called another follower. We must focus on the West European countries and United States. They have rich people. We need land and money. Forget the asians and east europeans and south americans and africans.
The follower swallowed hard. He was a Russian who had sold his house to pay for MiracleAnanda's programs.
The scene cleared. Spotty opened his eyes.
A buffalo asked, what will happen to all the money and jewels we turned over to MiracleAnanda for his grace?
Again Spotty closed his eyes and narrated as he saw:
It was another day now. Swami K and his people had just reached the place they were in. They were unpacking and taking stock of all that they had brought over.
K was asking where his trunks full of money were. Dmitri was swallowing hard afraid of telling Swami K the truth. We could not open the safe, my Lord.
So, you did bring the safe, did you not. I will open it.
Lord, we could not lift the safe for some reason. We all tried. We could not move the safe one millimeter.
Swami K's eyes opened wide in anger. Dmitri almost died of fright. "And the suitcases full of jewelry and dollars?"
"Even that, Your Holiness. It would not budge!"
"So are you telling me that we have come all this way empty-handed?", glared Swami K.
"No, we did bring the suitcase with a million dollars which Chakrananda donated. And also what Kundalini-ji donated. About half a million."
The scene cleared. Immediately there was an animated discussion among the animals. They were all wondering where their money and jewelry was.
One skunk asked, "What for is the temple they are building ?" Spotty said he had just explained it. But everyone wanted to know more about it.
Spotty shut his eyes. A scene different from the first appeared in his mind.
Swami MiracleAnanda was introducing a lady to his devotees. This is my spiritual wife he told them. She represents the Mother. Those who have problems worshipping me, can worship her. She will grant boons to you.
Ma Boonananda put her fair feet in front of her. Devotees came forward one by one and tied golden anklets on her feet. She raised her hand and blessed them.
Then the devotees cleared away. Only the closest remained. Swami K spoke in a hushed whisper.
The temple we are building is actually to control mankind completely. However, we must communicate to all that the world is coming to an end soon, and only I can save the earth. Only I. And for that I need to build a huge fantastic temple, to myself. A temple that will require billions of rupees to build. When you ask people to donate, tell them it is not for me, but for the temple that will save the earth from sure destruction.
The devotees nodded. Tell everyone that sitting in that temple will give them enlightenment. We will think of more details later. We must rope in some scientists to talk of magnetic waves, and radiation and brain waves and other such scientific mumbo-jumbo.
Spotty opened his eyes suddenly. He pressed his forehead a bit. Questions were being fired at him.
The cubs signalled to him. He came to the side.
Tirucub told Spotty, "Spotty, you must not use these powers like this!"
Spotty looked a little dismayed as though pulled away from something fun.
"We'll talk later. I feel a little off", replied Spotty.
"No now.", insisted Tiru. "Spotty, don't expose yourself to that dark energy."
Arunacub added, "Spotty, you must only think of Arunachala Siva."
"Arunachala is the highest and purest power!", said Omcub.
Spotty felt much better. He agreed, "It felt just like being back in that mansion when Swami K was there. It was full of that dark, controlling energy. Ugh!"
Tiru advised Spotty to use such powers only if really necessary and preferably to ask Mum Lioness first.
Sunday, October 14, 2007
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