I have to continue the story about Manav Dayal. I went to His ashram in Hoshiarpur.
And at that time I met so many beautiful beings! ... it could no longer just be a lucky projection of my own beauty: Shabdanand, Lahori Pandi ji, Sita and a lot of others just passing by.
A devotee from Hyderabad, Suresh Babu, arrived. He was my age, late 30ies and a successful man having his own company. He is also a passionate wild life protector and photographer. He told me many wonderful things. The story I want to narrate now begins where the burp ends.
Suresh told me: "I was - as you are now - staying  together with Manav Dayal in his private room. One night he came out of the bath room, coughing and with almost no clothes on. My first thought was: My dear GOD... is this my Guru? Is my Guru that ugly? I cannot even look at this sight. Why is  he old? Why can I not have a young beautiful Master? Full of doubt I went into sleep. In the middle of the night I was awaken by something pulling my arm. I looked up and saw a Divine Being of light so radiant that I could not contain the beauty. It was such an intense beauty that it felt like pain.
I cried in terror: Go away!! I cannot look at you. The Being smiled teasingly and asked: Do you find me beautiful now? Am I beautiful enough for you? Yes, Yes I cried!

You are too beautiful!

Next morning Manav Dayals first question to me was: Do you find me beautiful?
Guru Ji!... I replied: You are too beautiful!  And I fell at his feet in gratitude...
 

The highest
can only be reached
through an effortless effort

Shortly after arriving in Manav Dayals
Ashram there was a great gathering with
several thousands of people coming to
celebrate Him. This occasion is called Guru Pornima. All over India people travel to
visit their Guru to pay Him respect with
flowers and love. The place was really
crowded. Manav Dayal called me. He said:

Give me all your money!

What was this?!
Had I ended up once again
in a spiritual commercial trap?
In spite all the doubt I gave him my
money belt. He took out all the foreign money:
Dollars and traveler checks. And now to
my terror he also took out my passport.
Then he handed back the money belt - now
only containing a few hundred Indian rupees.
 
Trust me! he said with a smile...

One hour later when I was walking around
in the Guru Poornima crowd my money belt
was stolen.

Then Shabdanand came: "Manav Dayal
calls you."
And yes... I had to laugh...
With a mischievous smile.
Manav returned passport and money.

I put it all in my pocket and
disappeared into the crowd of celebration.    

This was the last money ever between
me and Manav.