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The wise old man stroked his beard and stared

  • The wise old man stroked his beard and stared coldly at me as if he was burning the answer in my soul.
  • I sighed, "Once again, paper or plastic?" He raised his bushy eyebrows and glared. "The answers you seek are within you." "Um...Okaay, Credit or Cash?"
  • This time he said nothing, but his sage eyes spoke volumes. He was right. Here I was, stuck at this dead end job & going nowhere. I needed to find myself. He would become my guru.
  • And so I followed my guru everywhere, wordlessly. I did not need him to tell me what to do, I just needed to walk in his foot steps. The lady that lived in his ashram called him
  • Walks With Silence. I suspected this was her way of sneering at my devotion to the guru. I just new she was calling me a poser but since I was busy shuting up and walking in his
  • footsteps wasn't a big deal, I couldn't care less. Until I found myself following too closely and colliding with said gentleman.
  • "So sorry chum. I guess I must have stopped abruptly in front of you." Hmmm. So he was going to play dumb, is he. I can play too. "As a matter Sir, you did. If that bird hadn't put
  • his feathers into that puddle of honey, this would have never happened."
  • To deal with this emotional trauma he Vegas to seek out therapy, as well as ReiKi sessions. What a difference they made!
  • He died broke and alone, but more emotionally well than he had been in ages.

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