We’ll see where it ends for me. After a long journey, the coolie stopped in an alley so narrow that barely it could almost pass the cart. Panting for the effort and breathy voice, said: Sir, I will look inside the House. Enter in a few moments. The Western was really surprised. Would have taken him up there to steal or, even worse, even for that maybe hit you or removed the life? It was indeed a filthy alley. How was he going to live there Baba Gitananda nor any spiritual mentor? Hesitated and thought even flee. But resorting to all his courage, he decided to get the cart and entering the House that had penetrated the coolie. I was scared, but it was overcome. It went through a hallway that flowed in a room that was in murkiness and where smelled of sandalwood. To the bottom of it, he saw the silhouette of a man in deep meditation. He was slowly approaching the Yogi, sitting in on an antelope skin Lotus position and attitude meditation. !What would not be surprise to see that this man was the coolie who had led him there! Despite the low light of the stay, the Western could see the loving and calm eyes of the coolie, and contemplate the slow movement of his lips to say: I am Baba Gitananda. Here I have, my friend. ** The Maestro said: because we have a mind full of prejudices, conventionalism and all sorts of preconceived ideas, disturbs our vision and our discernment becomes distorted. Taken from classic tales of the India compiled by Ramiro Calle NI TU NI YO SOMO the same the Buddha was more awake man of his time. No one understood the human suffering and developed the benevolence and compassion. Among his cousins, the perverse Devadatta, always jealous of the teacher was and tried to discredit him and even prepared to kill him.