Light of Nonviolence

Author(s): Sushilmuni
Publisher: Vishwa Ahimsa Sangh Delhi

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would see us ended on a nearby mountain. By that time we were exhausted and after we took milk from the goat, my companions went to sleep in a cave and the goat ran, out of sudden fear. I was alone on the mountain until a monk appeared in an open area where the rocks and boulders were jumbled together. The monk was dressed in white cotton clothing. He wore sandals and he wore a cloth hat to protect his head against the sun's heat. In his hand, he carried a small, wooden bucket with a rope handle. Since the monk had his back to me, I could not see his face. When I hurried to catch up to him, he disappeared before my very eyes! I looked everywhere for the monk, but he was nowhere to be found. I went back to the cave, awoke my companions and told them about the monk I had seen. We went back to our village none the wiser.
Later, I asked my grandfather, who was a great astrologer and who knew a lot about psychic things, if he knew who the monk could have been. He said that he was a yogi who lived long ago and he appeared whenever anyone disturbed the place where his spirit or astral body still remained.
I did not think too much about the episode until I moved from Sikohpur to Raisina, another village, where I saw a yogi appear and disappear several times. Finally, I went to my grandfather again and asked him to explain what I was seeing. My grandfather said that a businessman had become a monk several years ago. The business
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