<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977505619505477321</id><updated>2011-07-07T23:55:08.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE JOURNEY OF A MONK</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejourney-monk.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977505619505477321/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejourney-monk.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ramakanta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13607695725554793521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977505619505477321.post-5631868976421907837</id><published>2009-12-13T08:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T09:54:39.799-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big Journey of No Return</title><content type='html'>After the meeting of the Guru, the girl who brought him into this movement came. She asked if everything went ok. She had to do so many thinks so she could not be in the room. It was an excusse because she was bit shy to come in. She didn´t feel qualified enough. But than who is qualified. One who&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3977505619505477321-5631868976421907837?l=thejourney-monk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejourney-monk.blogspot.com/feeds/5631868976421907837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3977505619505477321&amp;postID=5631868976421907837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977505619505477321/posts/default/5631868976421907837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977505619505477321/posts/default/5631868976421907837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejourney-monk.blogspot.com/2009/12/big-journey-of-no-return.html' title='The Big Journey of No Return'/><author><name>Ramakanta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13607695725554793521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977505619505477321.post-890065150630998926</id><published>2009-12-11T14:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T07:30:17.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The meeting (the Guru part 2)</title><content type='html'>The boy woke up and streched his arms, today is the day he thinks to meet the master the master of all knowledge. The master who will know everything what is good for me. It is said when you seriously desires to inquire about the ultimate spiritual perfection one must take shelter of a bona fide Guru one who has fully realised the purport of all Vedic scriptures has full realistation of the supreme absolute truth and for whom the mundane world holds no charm whatsoever. What it means this is what the boy has to learn. So the boy walked down to look for the girl. The girl was no where to be find but the friend of the girl a little girl told him to get dressed to ask one bramacari to dress up and to get a plate with fruits and flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Bramacari teached him to put on a doti, what was very difficult, and to put on tilak well they did this for him very quickly. They did not cut his hair because was no time. a other young girl was waiting in the hall way to see the Guru. The boy asked the girl why she was waiting. She said im getting my 2nd inisiation. The boy tought by him self wow there are two. intressting but first the one what would that be. So the young girl first entered in the room after the boy and the chinese girl could enter. The big guy came along. There he was the master, the one who knows everything. The Guru spoke. Who is this boy. Nobody knew who this boy was. He just came with a english girl the big man told. The Guru asked: can you speak bengali, hindi or Tamil. No he only can speak english and dutch the big man told. well very good. The Guru explained how to chant gave two mantras. These Mantras is the form of Nama Kirtan in the age of quarrel and hypocrisy the only means o deliverance is chanting the holy name of the Lord. There is no other way, there is no other way there is no other way. The boy was amazed.The Guru told the big guy. You should take good care about these two youngsters. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Guru gave us the malas where to chant on and the boy left the room very happy and with question what was happening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3977505619505477321-890065150630998926?l=thejourney-monk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejourney-monk.blogspot.com/feeds/890065150630998926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3977505619505477321&amp;postID=890065150630998926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977505619505477321/posts/default/890065150630998926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977505619505477321/posts/default/890065150630998926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejourney-monk.blogspot.com/2009/12/meeting-guru-part-2.html' title='The meeting (the Guru part 2)'/><author><name>Ramakanta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13607695725554793521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977505619505477321.post-299941224892038896</id><published>2009-12-06T08:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T06:50:24.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Guru</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gWqPax56hFU/SyT_JSrWeUI/AAAAAAAAAE8/HectDZSinK8/s1600-h/narayan-mhj-gurudev.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 264px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gWqPax56hFU/SyT_JSrWeUI/AAAAAAAAAE8/HectDZSinK8/s320/narayan-mhj-gurudev.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414733187103750466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting in the hall listing what the Guru was saying, the boy didn´t understand anything what there where talking about. Even he did not know something or someone was capture his intension. After the class the girl told the boy to follow her to see the guru. The boy asked why would they follow him. The girl awnserd to ask him a question. They where running trough the rain outside on bare feet. But the Guru was long gone. On man came outside it was the secetary of the Guru he asked what the boy wanted to know. The boy didn´t know what to ask he did not even knew the Guru. The girl told the boy ask for iniciation. The boy told that he would like that. &lt;br /&gt;The man told the boy come back tomorow morning at eight with clean cloth and an offering plate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl was very happy for the boy soon a big man bit fatty came around the corner he heard that the boy wanted to be iniciated by the Guru. he told the boy to come in his van where an another girl chinese was. The man told that this girl also wanted the same thing what the boy wanted to do. He explained how to chant and what the four rules where. &lt;br /&gt;The rules where&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No meat eating, fish or eggs.&lt;br /&gt;No Gambling&lt;br /&gt;No Intoxicating drinking alcohol, drugs or smoking&lt;br /&gt;No Illicit Sex &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These where the four rules to play the game the game of devotion called Bhakti Yoga.&lt;br /&gt;The boy agreed the girl on the other hand complained about the sex because that is what she couldn´t give up she really needed sex to have pleasure in her life.&lt;br /&gt;The big guy told her that she would when she got inisiated not knowing that this girl and the fat guy where one couple in secret. The man had one other wife what was breaking already the four rules. &lt;br /&gt;But the boy didn´t know even so he wouldn´t care.&lt;br /&gt;He went out the bus to find this girl his friend but he couldn´t find her.&lt;br /&gt;He went to take some food and talked with some people about the inisiation. he went to bed early for the next day the big day the day that he would meet the Guru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be continued.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3977505619505477321-299941224892038896?l=thejourney-monk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejourney-monk.blogspot.com/feeds/299941224892038896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3977505619505477321&amp;postID=299941224892038896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977505619505477321/posts/default/299941224892038896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977505619505477321/posts/default/299941224892038896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejourney-monk.blogspot.com/2009/12/guru.html' title='The Guru'/><author><name>Ramakanta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13607695725554793521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gWqPax56hFU/SyT_JSrWeUI/AAAAAAAAAE8/HectDZSinK8/s72-c/narayan-mhj-gurudev.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977505619505477321.post-4221674667297021951</id><published>2007-10-13T01:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T10:53:27.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WELCOME TO THE REAL WORLD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gWqPax56hFU/RxJXkCe2QZI/AAAAAAAAACI/Go1Sivo_3cA/s1600-h/Oracle+bench+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gWqPax56hFU/RxJXkCe2QZI/AAAAAAAAACI/Go1Sivo_3cA/s320/Oracle+bench+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121252002926838162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:Chiller;font-size:22;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;WELCOME TO THE REAL WORLD&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;June 10th 2003, the boy was at his work and was thinking on what the girl told him and those people they were so different but also very nice. He walked up to his boss and told his boss that he had to go to the dentist at 1 o’clock. His boss came bit upset and told him why he not could that say earlier. The boy began to cry while he explained that his mother died last week and that his mind is very disturbed by this so he totally forgot about it. His boss told to him to calm down and said for this time that it was ok. The boy smiled with in him and went on with what he supposes to do…working. As soon the clock hits one o’clock the boy was running out of the building jumped in his car and drove up to that place where it all happened.&lt;br /&gt;He found the girl pretty quick and she was very happy to see him. She told him that she made an appointment with someone very special someone who knows about everything. The boy asked if he could ask that person anything. The girl nodded and said that he could say really everything what his heart wanted to say. In the mean while they walked around and came to a book stand. The girl showed the boy a book called the Bhagavat Gita. She said this was the main book and the first book to learn who Krishna is. She showed me a picture of a man who was eating meat and a tiger who was eating meat. She said to the boy do you eat meat. The boy told her he did. She asked the boy can you stop to eat meat. The boy said yes. Than she explained that the man in the book ate so much meat so that he got in his next birth a body of a tiger. She asked the boy do you want to be a Tiger. The boy shakes his head and told her that he did not want that. The boy told her did you ever seen Krishna. The girl said that she has seen Krishna in India and that she goes there every year. Also she explained that the statue they worshiped called a deity and that it was non-different than Krishna him self. She told that she seen the deity in India and the deity winked at her. The boy was so amazed and he told her that he wanted to go there too. The girl laughed and told that it was time to go to see the Oracle. They walked over a bridge. There was a young lady in front of the door she looked at the boy but didn’t say anything. He walked trough the door and the lady leaded the way where the Oracle would be. She said to the boy that he should enter first. The boy was a bit shy and did not know what to say. The Oracle said: ‘Is that him?’ The lady nodded her head and told the Oracle that the boy was very interested but didn’t understand very good English. The Oracle smiled and said: ‘He understands everything, this boy is very intelligent, also he has a weak for the hearth of fainted.’ The Oracle told what the boy wanted to ask her and that this was the time and place that he could do that. The boy told that his mother died a week ago and if everything was ok with her. The Oracle told him that he was on the right place and on the right time if he would follow this path he would liberated 1000 families from his past life so she said that his mother had to be happy to have a son like him. He asked the Oracle if he followed this path could he fall from it. The Oracle told that an edge of a blade is very thin if you move left or right you would fall off. But if you walked all the way straight you would come to that point were the end would be. The boy understood everything what the Oracle told him. The lady told the boy that it was time to see the Guru. So he said good bye to the Oracle and she told him that they would meet soon again. They walked trough the hall to the door to get outside. There was the young lady still sitting there she told the boy: ‘Welcome to the Real World.’ The friend of the boy told the young lady that she met him in London and that he spoke with the Oracle. The young lady told that the boy was very lucky. He probably picked up his life were he left off from his past life. The boy didn’t understand what that was all about but he just nodded his head if he would agree with it. The boy and his friend went to a hall were the Guru would come. The girl told the boy to sit on the side where the men sat that was the tradition. She gave him a song book. He opens the song book and could not read what it said it was a weird language. Everyone was standing up suddenly and singing some mantra’s in a melodious way. Very nice with up beat. Who was that who came into the big hall? That was him who the girl talked about was this……..The Guru?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3977505619505477321-4221674667297021951?l=thejourney-monk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejourney-monk.blogspot.com/feeds/4221674667297021951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3977505619505477321&amp;postID=4221674667297021951' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977505619505477321/posts/default/4221674667297021951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977505619505477321/posts/default/4221674667297021951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejourney-monk.blogspot.com/2007/10/welcome-to-real-world.html' title='WELCOME TO THE REAL WORLD'/><author><name>Ramakanta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13607695725554793521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gWqPax56hFU/RxJXkCe2QZI/AAAAAAAAACI/Go1Sivo_3cA/s72-c/Oracle+bench+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977505619505477321.post-5429536071047957521</id><published>2007-10-11T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T15:41:21.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The 1st Day of the Beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gWqPax56hFU/Rw6mgCe2QXI/AAAAAAAAAB0/BX_dk06md-4/s1600-h/1day1+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gWqPax56hFU/Rw6mgCe2QXI/AAAAAAAAAB0/BX_dk06md-4/s320/1day1+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120212895719113074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; color: rgb(118, 146, 60);font-family:Chiller;font-size:24;"  &gt;THE 1&lt;sup&gt;ST&lt;/sup&gt; DAY OF THE BEGINNING&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:14;" &gt;June 9&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; 2003, the boy was back in Holland and was thinking everyday on what that girl gave him. He tried to remember the mantra what she spoke but he couldn’t remember. He looked at the book but could not understand what it said. So after his work he drove up to the place where the festival was. There were men with balled heads and a funny pony tail. Women in long skirts he never seen before. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:14;" &gt;The people where chanting that mantra he couldn’t remember and they sounded like……bees. They were all smiling and very friendly it was like they were not from this planet. The boy was asking around of people had seen a girl from England. But almost nobody knew who or where she was. Than suddenly one man told that he found her. The boy was very happy to hear that. The boy went into the building where she would be. One head came around the corner from a small girl giggling. There she came, she wasn’t alone she was with a friend. She introduced the boy to her friend. She told the boy he came to late that her Spiritual Master already gave a class and the class was over. The two girls walked with him to a dinning room. Were a nice buffet was made with vegetarian food. The boy didn’t like so much salad and greens but he took anything what was giving to him. They sad on a table and ate something. The girl had seen that the boy couldn’t eat so much so she told him it was ok if he couldn’t eat everything. She said that it was a normal thing because the food what they had was first offered to Krishna, so it became spiritualized. The boy could almost not believe what he all heard but also he could make some sense out of it. The Girl told him to wait because she would call someone over who knew more about this mysterious so called religion. The other girl sad with him on the table and the boy asked her if she lived with this girl together in a temple. The girls said she didn’t but maybe one day she would. A tall boy came over in a different color I never seen before. It was bit pinkish. The tall boy told the boy that he was very lucky to be here and not everyone would have come. He told that these girls were very special and that the boy should be very lucky to be in there presents. He stood up and left. The girl told the boy if he could come the next day only bit earlier so he could see the Guru. The boy promised her that he would try to come back. The two girls walked him to his car the girl told him that he has to come tomorrow. The boy looked the girl in the eyes and nodded his head. He stepped in his car and drove back to his Uncles place.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3977505619505477321-5429536071047957521?l=thejourney-monk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejourney-monk.blogspot.com/feeds/5429536071047957521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3977505619505477321&amp;postID=5429536071047957521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977505619505477321/posts/default/5429536071047957521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977505619505477321/posts/default/5429536071047957521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejourney-monk.blogspot.com/2007/10/1st-day-of-beginning.html' title='The 1st Day of the Beginning'/><author><name>Ramakanta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13607695725554793521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gWqPax56hFU/Rw6mgCe2QXI/AAAAAAAAAB0/BX_dk06md-4/s72-c/1day1+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977505619505477321.post-6954083099364772441</id><published>2007-10-10T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T16:16:22.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mysterious Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gWqPax56hFU/Rw03mye2QTI/AAAAAAAAABI/pYt9V8O1RQ0/s1600-h/Monk_Female.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gWqPax56hFU/Rw03mye2QTI/AAAAAAAAABI/pYt9V8O1RQ0/s320/Monk_Female.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119809490915836210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:Chiller;font-size:22;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;THE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" &gt;Mysterious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt; Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;June 7&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; 2003, London, The boy and his uncle were driven  to London. Early in the morning around 9am they came in Camden Town. It was a little hall more like a old dance club. Many people where there. The boy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;couldn&lt;/span&gt;’t believe his eyes so many movies his dream came true. That is what he was thinking.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;His uncle told him that the boy should look around and would come back with some coffee. So the boy did that. He went out side, everything was much bigger than Holland. So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;many&lt;/span&gt; people he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;couldn&lt;/span&gt;’t imagine how many there were. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;Suddenly a girl stopped him over and asked him if he would like a book about Yoga and meditation. He said yes he would love to but he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t had any money to give her. She said that that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;wouldn&lt;/span&gt;’t mind. So he gave her some small coins. Than he went to buy some coffee. In the mean while he was thinking about this mysterious girl. She had something that he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;couldn&lt;/span&gt;’t &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;describe&lt;/span&gt;. So he went back and she was still there they talked more about the meditation and the girl introduced him to some beats where to meditate with. He became very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;interested&lt;/span&gt;. He understood everything what she was telling but could not say so much back because her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt; was so different than his. She asked him if he could come over to the temple. But he said that he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;wasn&lt;/span&gt;’t from around here and had to go back to Holland the same day. The girl told him that was so amazing because her spiritual master who they called Guru would come to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Holland&lt;/span&gt;. The boy gave his phone number and returned to his uncle, who was very upset because it was time to leave. They would miss the train to France because of the traffic. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;They hurried and there was no traffic at all they came even 1 hour earlier.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;It was very strange how thinks went on from that time on. The girl called the boy many times but because he was so busy with everything she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;couldn&lt;/span&gt;’t reach him. On a Sunday she called again and asked the boy if he could come to see her and she would &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;introduce&lt;/span&gt; him to her spiritual master. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;The next day after work he drove to this place where she would be.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3977505619505477321-6954083099364772441?l=thejourney-monk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejourney-monk.blogspot.com/feeds/6954083099364772441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3977505619505477321&amp;postID=6954083099364772441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977505619505477321/posts/default/6954083099364772441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977505619505477321/posts/default/6954083099364772441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejourney-monk.blogspot.com/2007/10/journey-begins.html' title='The Mysterious Girl'/><author><name>Ramakanta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13607695725554793521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gWqPax56hFU/Rw03mye2QTI/AAAAAAAAABI/pYt9V8O1RQ0/s72-c/Monk_Female.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977505619505477321.post-8957100551090011959</id><published>2007-10-10T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T13:05:47.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Before The Journey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gWqPax56hFU/Rw0wQSe2QSI/AAAAAAAAABA/HbFOJJcDvz4/s1600-h/2angelsinaction.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gWqPax56hFU/Rw0wQSe2QSI/AAAAAAAAABA/HbFOJJcDvz4/s320/2angelsinaction.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119801407787385122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:Chiller;font-size:22;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;BEFORE THE JOURNEY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 22pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: Chiller;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Freestyle Script&amp;quot;;"&gt;December 15&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; 1979 the birth of a young boy who’s life was not so happy in the beginning. His biologic parents did not wanted him. On his fifth year his Aunty and Uncle took care of him very well. They did this out of gradutute for there little sister who was his mom. He had also a little baby sister both they were growing up. The boy was searching for the awnser who is G.O.D. where does he live and did he born like us.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Freestyle Script&amp;quot;;"&gt;His Grandmother told him many stories about who G.O.D. was but he was not allowed to talk about it. The boy thought it was strange not to talk about this. Why is it a secret? They couldn’t awnser that question.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Freestyle Script&amp;quot;;"&gt;The boy loved to go to school, many people were bully him a lot. So when he learned the art of martial arts he fought back. Also there is where is fight was began towards his journey of life.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Freestyle Script&amp;quot;;"&gt;He didn’t like people who where not nice to each other. He always wanted justice for those who were not so strong. One day he came up for a girl who was beaten up by her brother. The girl was scared. The boy seen that the brother wanted to hurt her again on the school yard so he beated up the much older guy.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Freestyle Script&amp;quot;;"&gt;When he came to the age of 18&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; he left school and joined the Dutch Royal Airforce what was a big change in his life. Many obstacles came to on his path. Booze, party and women was the biggest obstacle for him. The boy had never expierence this before and was cheated and seduced to the illusion of sin.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Freestyle Script&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;After the Airforce he met a girl who was related to his mom’s cousin. They felt in love and he became the families loved one. They took good care for him and had lot of love for him. The girl didn’t like him to much but her parrents did. He went with the farther of that girl who he called Unlce to many movie fairs. When he went to london on one day his journey was about to begin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:18;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3977505619505477321-8957100551090011959?l=thejourney-monk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejourney-monk.blogspot.com/feeds/8957100551090011959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3977505619505477321&amp;postID=8957100551090011959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977505619505477321/posts/default/8957100551090011959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977505619505477321/posts/default/8957100551090011959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejourney-monk.blogspot.com/2007/10/before-journey.html' title='Before The Journey'/><author><name>Ramakanta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13607695725554793521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gWqPax56hFU/Rw0wQSe2QSI/AAAAAAAAABA/HbFOJJcDvz4/s72-c/2angelsinaction.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
