Guidance for Seekers
When I love the Truth and its attainment is a necessity for me, all actions leading to it are totally effortless.
A mosquito bothered me again in the night. I used my spray and continued sleeping. When I woke up I felt a bit lost. Nothing severe, this passes quickly when it happens. Somehow there is a lot of variety in daily emotions. They are coming and going, I am watching them without getting attached.
After our morning Meditation, I met Thomas outside. I told him that I wanted to go to Mojigao for breakfast. He said he had been there before and there was loud music. Anyway, I left to try it out. I have been only to Mojigao to buy bread, but not to eat something. I was walking over there, it just takes 10 minutes. I sat down on a free table, some other people were there already. The music was quite smooth and soft. I ordered a Special breakfast, it was with bread and fried eggs, tuna, soft cheese, hummus, a spicy tomato spread, and a vegetable spread. To drink I got a pineapple-mint juice. For the coffee I had to ask, the waiter was not aware that it was part of the breakfast. It was all very delicious there. By the way, it is not an Indian Restaurant, the owner is from the USA I was told. It was a nice change of pace.
Breakfast at Mojigao’s
Back home I kept on writing and programming. Maha asked me to join her for some salad and cheese. She brought fantastic Swiss and French cheese. I got on my scooter to buy sourdough bread from Mojigao. For me, it was an early dinner, for Maha breakfast. As usual, I fell asleep in the afternoon. When I woke up everybody was gone. Kabir had something to do in Mapusa before driving to Canolim Beach. Today is the celebration for Lakshen who left his body a few days ago. It was to happen on the beach between Dmellos and Ocean Shack. So I started with my scooter to drive to Candolim and join the celebration. First I walked along the beach in the direction of Dmellos. Kabir was sitting there. I ordered a lemon soda (you always have to tell them not to put sugar in). Soon after the celebration would start. It was quite touching to see all the old first-generation Osho Sannyasins. There was some music with guitar, drums, and harp. Lakshen’s ashes and his hat were in the middle, surrounded by a small circle of flowers. People were dancing or softly moving outside a larger circle of flowers.
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