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ls workshop) Quest In Reality……….-137

Devyana, (her new acquired name, as all disciples were tagged with new names) had also been trying to be a good pupil by following her Master, not only his world, but accompanying him to Western countries, which he visited often. He had a large network of his Ashrams in those countries. Rich countries received his gospel readily when he criticized his own country by disowning it and denouncing its rich religions heritage. His following increased but he selectively admitted, into his fold only those who professed well, possessed well. Most of his disciples belonged to rich families who had renounced their respective countries age-old traditional values, had contempt for law, justice and also the religions of their regions. The old guard hated him, wherever he went but new hippy like generation welcomed him, and gave red carpet receptions. In every western country, he had in his possession, palatial mansions fitted with modern gadgets, fleet of latest models of luxurious cars, young disciples to serve him, to wait upon him.
Now he was worth billions and this was amply demonstrated in his life-style.
‘Mister, where are you going?’ The women asked him.
But he kept mum and continued staring into the white fog on the runway. She became little bold and shook his left shoulder. She shuddered. She had touched a live wire. She was being driven towards his powerful body and she felt quite helpless. The voltage in his body had not thrown her away but it attracted her towards him very strongly. Though he sat motionless, Devyana’s body had attached itself with him with such an inward pull that she found it difficult to detach. She was perspiring with sweet. Her body temperature had risen. And her sense organs had assumed unimaginable heights. Though perspiring profusely she was melting. She was going limp, when suddenly there was roar of approaching aircraft.
The man also stirred up from his trance as perhaps, he had passed on some of his energy-force to Devyana’s body or some internal mechanism had subsided, that he looked around and found a beautiful body of a women desperately attached to him. He immediately stood up and gently sat the woman on her chair. By now he had realized the cause of her present condition and began to revive her. After some body cajoling she came to her senses. She tidied her hair and clothes, eying him all the while as if conveying to him, the shameful condition she had been placed, was all due to him!
But the real shock of his life came when he realized that he could read Devyana’s mind like an open book. He was much more aware of his environs unlike before. Even he could sense the number of passengers in the approaching aircraft.
Every thought of the passengers, the dress they were wearing, the smell they were emitting, the noises (verbal exchanges) they were creating on landing, were known to him.
He knew he had become a psychopomp. And it was all because of Kamani’s final contact with him. He remembered also how and why he was brought here by the two colleagues of Kamani. He was smiling at his present situation when Devyana interrupted him by asking:
‘Are you leaving, really?’ There was anxiety in her voice.
‘No Devyana, I am going with you to meet your Master.’
‘How did you know my name and about my master’?
‘Too many questions, just calm down, don’t you recall it were you who told me about you and your Master? She looked at him questioning?
‘O.K I told you. Then you should also know that I have to pick up two film stars who are coming by the flight. By the way, are you some occult master or a magician? You had me mesmerized and floored me completely. My master would love to meet you. He is a top class Yogi and could channel your powers to right direction. Wait here for me here, I will be back soon. Before he could respond, she was gone off the exit door. He watched her sensual body, gliding through the door. There were moist drops on his upper lip. She was a beautiful and an intelligent. She could make a good partner, he thought.
The Gypsy was going at 80 KMPH, even though the road was mountainous. The male star was sitting in front, while Devyana was on the steering. The famous actress was in the back with Dev. But her condition was worse than Devyana’s. She had forgotten her name, fame and the control of her body. Drawn by some invisible power she had lost her bearings and joined into a novel cycle of highly charged sensual passions. The man was acting normal but the female was playing a tigress.
Devyana had sensed the goings on in the back seats of her Gypsy. She increased the speed and the jeep was now piercing the very heart of mountains. She wanted to reach her destination urgently and get rid of the bloody bit …h’, but nothing seemed to matter; the speed, bumping, sound of horn, all seemed to merge in the outer vibrations of the atmosphere not the charged bodies entangled in the back! She wanted to slap the temptress but soon realized the man had attained some powers by virtue of which every woman was drawn to him. She became more curious and wanted to probe his powers. But till then, he was her subject. Nobody else dare touch him!
Tbc…