Hello Friends and Fellow Seekers of Serenity,
I trust this finds you in sensational spirits!
In my ongoing quest to meet an enlightened person, I have crossed paths with all manner of mystics, yogis, and gurus – but none have confused me more than the hero of today’s story.
It’s a strange-but-true tale of an unusual gathering in a tranquil restaurant, right here in the heart of Kathmandu Town. Join me as we dive into a surreal encounter, complete with bad manners, and audible astonishments – all unfolding in the shadows of the majestic Himalayas.
The Burping Yogi.
Explorer of Alternative Vibrations.
An Unconventional Gathering.
As I step into the quiet, unassuming restaurant, an immediate air of oddness envelops me. Around a center table, five free-spirited travelers sit in complete stillness, hands intertwined, eyes closed. At first glance, one might think they're engaged in a séance or deep in prayer. However, as I take a moment to observe, it becomes clear they are immersed in a meditation session. I can’t help but wonder why they chose a restaurant over a temple, or yoga studio, but hey, it’s all cool with me.
I settle into a corner table, one eye scanning the menu, the other, fixed on the curious gathering. One of them is male, with heavy-set features, sporting a white silk scarf and a string of wooden beads draped over his exposed, hairy chest. The rest are young Western women, dressed in soft, loose-fitting fabrics. Some have scarves elegantly draped around their heads and shoulders, like modern-day nomads.
The group remains perfectly still, the sound of their gentle breathing the only sign of their living presence in the otherwise silent room.
Suddenly, without warning, the man unleashes a long, thunderous burp that seems to rattle the silverware on the table.
I am astonished by its magnitude.
Despite the seismic interruption, the meditation continues as though nothing has happened. One or two of the women shift uneasily but maintain their composure.
I wonder to myself, what kind of meditation is this?
Sharing is Caring.
After some time, the group slowly begins to stir, stretching limbs and resettling into their chairs. Breaking the silence, the man's voice booms across the table, suggesting that they each share their experiences.
"Adi, would you like to share first?" he asks, his voice too loud for the room.
“Yes,” replies Adi, her voice resolute. “I would like to share that I think you are an idiot.”
There is an extended silence – the women exchange uneasy glances.
I bury my face in the menu, trying not to laugh.
“Thank you for sharing, Adi,” the man finally says, attempting to maintain his composure. “Shira, would you like to go next?”
Shira pauses for a moment, perhaps considering her words. But before she can say anything, the man casually releases another monstrous belch that rattles the surrounding tables, surpassing the previous one in both volume and audacity.
I don’t know whether to be amused, disgusted, or impressed by this brazen display.
A Belch Too Far.
A heated argument slowly unfolds between the man and his companions. The women collect themselves and prepare to leave, while the man pleads with them to stay. But they have clearly had enough of their gassy guru for one day, and file past my table and out the door.
A sense of calm returns to the dining room, and a waiter arrives at my table. As I am about to place my order, the Burping Yogi lets out yet another thunderous burp that reverberates around the empty restaurant. The waiter, eyes bulging with disbelief, turns sharply to the man and suggests with a strained smile,
“Sir, perhaps you could take your meditations outside?”
The Burping Yogi complies, seemingly oblivious to the impropriety of his actions.
Digesting the Day's Lessons.
And so I am left wondering about the Burping Yogi, who seemed so blessed to share his path with four appealing followers, only to lose them all in an instant.
I can't decide if his actions are a bold spiritual statement or just plain inconsiderate.
Perhaps he believes that burping is a kind of spiritual release. Maybe he sees the breaking of social taboos as a jolt needed to awaken us into a state of enlightened bliss. It's possible he embraces a unique philosophy, where the body’s natural expressions are gateways to higher consciousness.
Or maybe he just drank too much Kombucha.
No matter the story, one thing is for sure: the Burping Yogi’s resonant belches failed to resonate with his followers today.
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Wishing you a week filled with curiosity, enlightening conversations, and unexpected insights!
✌️❤️
Grant.
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An amusing tale of eructation Mr. G – it would seem as though a lot of intriguing people and situations are to be had, wherever you travel. Anticipation the book muchly. Keep up the good words ✍🏻
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