So that’s what happens when the spirit is with you. Thank you Tiger Guruji. Always.
But what about when you stand at the crossroads and the energy vortex is swirling and sucking and unstable? I can tell you.
I was standing at the crossroads. Trying to buy elephant earrings, could not decide between this pair or that pair. Sleepy little town, nothing much happening. Then a herd of buffalo gets spooked, who knows by what, and come careening round the corner. So one might think that might result in a few people scattering and a bit of buffalo pat to be avoided later. But it just so happened that at that very moment, a temple elephant was being led down the road on a fundraising trip. A very rare occurrence, apparently. The elephant was massively startled by the herd running amok towards it. It backed up, and trumpeted with big panicked hoots. It was calmed by the ministration of its human friends, and the balm of several bananas. The elephant passes on, with a donation from me for ‘good luck’. I decide not to touch him, tempted as I am by the offer, because of his somewhat discombobulated state (though intensely beautiful, he was also very big, and had not in the recent past been having a great day, being touched by a stranger might have been the last straw, I feared. When something is that big, however gentle, it pays to be respectful).
I go back to trying to buy the elephant earrings (there are few coincidences in life…). Not to be. By now the crossroads had somehow become a little damp, it may have been buffalo wee, maybe elephant wee, I really could not say, my attention really had been entirely engaged with looking at the elephant. Anyway, a motorcyclist comes round the corner, maybe a little fast, hits the damp patch and comes off rather dramatically. People standing around rush to help. The chap gets back on, pride hurting more at that point than his leg probably will later, and off he goes. By now people are looking at each other and smiling, heads shaking, what on earth is going on here? But no, there is more. The bus comes along. Indian buses are groaning with passengers, and often a bit the worse for wear. This one ground to a halt, and no more would it move. Completely blocking the crossroads. The usual men (and in this case also a cow) standing about staring occurred for a little while, then something you would not see in the UK, a crowd pushing the bus to jump start it. Which worked.
The bus slowly made its blue smoky throaty roar way off, Everyone by now is shaking their heads and laughing with bemusement, I mean really, what next? One gentleman looked at us, smiling, and said ‘Benny Hill, Benny Hill’. Indeed. Though on this occasion without the unnecessarily scantily clad ladies. At this point, hanging around at the crossroads that day seemed an unnecessary risk, I quickly bought the earrings and left while my elephant given luck held.
So what is the moral of these stories? Maybe when you are in the moment, you are being given a great gift, so enjoy it for what it’s worth, and if you are standing at a crossroads, don’t hang around too long in indecision. Or perhaps it is always anticipate elephant wee when riding your motorcycle.