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The King of Ghosts

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Buthnath was the one I met first in Sri Munirajji's shop. He was dark skinned and wearing long black hairs in the rastafari style,in India called chatta. He was wearing lady clothes and they told me that 1989 during the Kumbh Mela He was walking around with underwater accessoires, the glasses and the "feet" in neon colors on the way for the underearth darshan of the third river Sarasvati.

In Allahabad, where this Kumbh Mela was, there are the river Jamuna and Ganga and they come togehter there and the legend tells about a third river under the earth: Sarasvati. And Buthnath was on the way to get the Darshan of this river. Even the other Saddhus were afraid of Him, but I fell in Love.

I thought I have to be His servant and we spend much time together. We had the same nose and the same laughter, there is a photo where we both have the same expression in the face.

I never saw Him dancing, but He was a great dancer, one who was being danced, He got the "rhythm from the heaven" and He was walking around with a telephone.

After some weeks there was the autumn festival to The Divine Mother, called Navratri, the nine nights. This festival was not in Haidakhan, we had to travel to Chilianaula, a village 2000m high with the view to the highest mountains of the world:

The Himalayas.

17.08.2012

From Haidakhan we had to walk through the river, now it was possible and at the end in Dham Side there was waiting a bus. I was shocked to see that the owner was "this Guru" And my fear to be in a wrong club came up again. Chilianaula was build from Munirajji for His Guru Babaji. This was His ashram and later it became my "cosmic school of Lord Dattatreya".

When we arrived, I got a room outside in the shop line, where I still live today. Today this room is "my" RamaBar, which just is changed into the planetbabaji-office. Buthnath got a small house on another place. A little hut with a fire pit inside. I visited Him there and there I got also the "drug chandan", made with the black rust of the stone and everybody could see that you was smoking. I didn't take care of this and nobody said something bad to me.

The chandan in Chilianaula was my first chandan with Sri Munirajji. I went to the Babaji Kutir and when I entered this room there was much glitter and shining lights and nice smell, a totally unknown world, but I thought "to have a Guru must be nice". I got my chandan ...

But I prefered the Buthnath Chandan. The Babajii Kutir was like in a fabrication, Chandan ... huuuiiit first the yellow, then the red and quickly go ... not nice. In Buthnath hut we sat together at the fire, smoked the Chillum and He gave me this black line, there was time to "feel it" and there was Shanti (peace) to enjoy the moment. One Saddhu (Narrayan) was making a special water ceremony in fornt of a wall, the atmosphere was super. I dind't understand Buthnath and He didn't understand me, the best foundation for a friendship. This friendship went into my wish to serve Buthnath like a servant, because He inspired me. Short time after this Navratri we went back to Haidakhan and He always came to smoke with me, but I told Him, that I had to do Karma Yoga. Later He became ill and I also. I took tablets and Buthnath asked Guruji permission to make Samadhi. On one day when I went to Haldwani with the gardener of Yoko Ono, He took Samadhi and when I cambe back His body was already under the earth, sitting in a lotus position. Only His big Trishul looked out of this grave ... and the next Monsoon this Trishul was also gone ...

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