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Updated: June 15, 2025
But soon after." "That is well. We fear not death. Shall we not surely die? What matters it? Our covenant stands." Ratna Ram begged the priest to rest a little under the kadamba tree. Rising up, he gathered his utensils of writing and put them in a cotton-bag; and with a glance at Skag to follow, left the place walking toward the city.
A girl came to the door. All life was changed for Skag. . . . The girl, seeing the shadowed face of the pandit, inquired if he sorrowed with any sorrow. "Only the sorrow that over-shadows thy house, Gul Moti-ji." Ratna Ram explained that he had come in warning, but also in equal service for the priests of Hanuman who wanted the life of her cousin A. V. the young stranger from England.
Charging one thousand dollars a person for weekend desert trips . ... ratna rupena... Increasing his advertising budget from hundreds to hundreds of thousands . ... sangsthita... Requesting that manditory tuition which took the place of the voluntary Money Club be paid in hundred dollar denominations to avoid "low vibe" tens and twenties.
Taking the reed from Ratna Ram, the old priest carefully reproduced the letters he had memorised A. V. explained that he had found a kerchief, doubtless fallen from some foreigner as he walked in the jungle. . . . Did the pandit know the man whose name was written so? . . . Now the priest spoke rapidly in his own tongue, repeating the covenant Skag had heard him pronounce in the monkey glen.
Skag knew by this time, that his teacher, the pandit, considered the matter of serious import. They reached the verandah steps of an English bungalow and Skag would have retired, but Ratna Ram would not hear, wishing him to keep a record of this affair. "The priest of Hanuman trusts you," he said, "and my righteousness to him, as well as to Government, must have witness." He knocked.
Near the unwalled city, the priest sat down before the pandit, Ratna Ram, whose seat was under the kadamba tree by the temple of Maha Dev.
Once at the new Centre, Atmananda recited for me the money mantra. "Ya devi sarva bhutesu ratna rupena sangsthita nastasvai namastvai namastvai namo nama," he chanted soulfully. If I could have followed his words down the corridors of time, I would have seen him Ya devi... Dramatically increasing the cost of public meditation lectures and seminars. ... sarva bhutesu...
Up through the ages this law had not served to destroy the monkey people, but to protect them. The girl said gently: "Let me go to him. Do you not see that I am indeed of this land, with its blood in my veins?" Ratna Ram had taken his seat once more under the kadamba tree. It was early afternoon and the three were travelling through the jungle.
For a while Ratna Ram sat silent. The priest waited patiently, knowing that the pandit's wisdom was working in him and that he was considering the matter. Then Ratna Ram spoke to the priest: "Oh, Covenanted, you are learned in many things and I am ignorant. But knowledge of some things has pierced to my understanding like a sharp sword.
Ratna Ram was learned in the signs of different languages and could write them with a reed, so that those who had knowledge could decipher his writing, even after many days and at a great distance: Ratna Ram, to whom the gods had given that greatest of all kinds of wisdom, whereby he could hold secretly any knowledge and not speak of it till the thing should be accomplished.
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