Spiritual Diary

One day not long ago, an exuberant man from South India was traveling in the country, north of Vancouver, Canada. Seeing that his car needed gasoline, he stopped at the first station he came to, a rural one deep in the Canadian woods. He has just gotten out of his car and begun to fill his tank when he noticed an old Native American man leaning against a nearby pick-up truck and looking at him intently. The two men did not known each other, but soon the older man slowly walked toward the man pumping gas.

When he was near, he said to the man from India, "The winds told us of your coming brother," and he bowed respectfully.

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"I was not used to hearing such glowing accounts of lasting benefits. He claimed that only after meeting Sadhguru and learning the practices that Sadhguru had taught him that he underwent a significant life transformation. I wondered if it was possible that this young man had actually found an authentic, living guru. Something seemed to be working. He definitely had an unusually pleasant and peaceful demeanor.

But my skeptical side would not be so easily persuaded. To begin with, there was way too much reverence in his description of Sadhguru to suit me, and this left me cold. There's nothing like an over abundance of devotion to rankle me. On top of that he said that Sadhguru had an organizationof more than ten thousand volunteers worldwide, which made me uncomfortable just hearing about it. I even wondered if this had the flavour of a cult."

- excerpts from Midnights with the Mystic.