So. Did the Foam find what he came to India for?
He did. He found that a person he thought he had met in cyberspace he had really known for thousands of years. JC and the Foam met as if they had only been away from their mutual family home for a few days.
From Ramesh, the Foam somehow was able to internalize, not just intellectualize, an understanding of destiny and the futility of all seeking. The Foam returned home to the States a much happier man.
At the monastery, the Foam found that God is no more in holy places than He (She, or It) is anywhere else. We are indeed holograms in a Conscious Universe; God, the Source or Consciousness is the only true Reality; the rest is the manifested play of divine love.
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APPENDIX
Excerpts from Tony D'Mello's Book
[This book, called "One Minute Nonsense", was written by Anthony D'Mello, S.J.; he's passed away. The last edition was in 2002, under ISBN 81-87886-28-5; went through 5 editions. The last with full publication data shown was in 1992 by Gujarat Sahitya Prakash Anand, all rights reserved. Imprimi Potest by Julian Fernandez, S.J., Provincial of India, March 24, 1992; Imprimatur by Stanislaus Fernandez, S.J., Bishop of Ahmedabad, March 31, 1992.]
The Masters alluded to in these anecdotes and parables are variously Christian, Muslim, Hindu, Sikh, Jain, Jewish, Buddhist, Zoroastrian and Parsi. As it says in the Rig Veda, “God is One. Men call Him by many names.”
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The Master said, “What you call a friendship is really a business deal. Live up to my expectations, give me what I want, and I shall love you. Refuse me and my love sours into resentment and indifference.”
He told of the man who came home to his wife and his cute little 3-year old daughter at the end of a hard day at the office.
“Have you a kiss for Daddy?” he asked.
“No.”
“I’m ashamed of you. Your Daddy works hard all day to bring home a little money, and this is how you behave? C’mon, now, where’s the kiss?”
Looking him in the eye, the cute little 3-year-old said, “Where’s the money?”
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The master told the story of a burglar, who found a sign on the door of a safe he was about to blow open: "Please do not use dynamite. This safe is not locked. Just turn the knob to open." The instant he turned the knob, a sandbag fell on him, the premises were floodlit and sirens woke the entire neighborhood. When the Master visited the man in prison, he found him bitter. "How am I ever going to trust another human being again?"
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The Master overheard an actress discoursing on horoscopes at dinner time. He leaned over and said, "You don't believe in astrology, do you?" "Well, she replied, "I believe in everything a little bit."
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Someone asked the Master if he believed in luck. "Certainly," he said, with a twinkle in his eye. "How else can one explain the success of people one does not like?"
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The Master was unsparing of those who wallowed in self-pity or resentment. "To be wronged," he said, "is NOTHING unless you insist on remembering it."
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"People don't want to give up their jealousies, their anxieties, resentment and guilt because these negative emotions provide them with their ‘kicks’, their feeling of being alive", said the Master. And this is how he illustrated the point: The local postman took a shortcut through a meadow on his bicycle. Midway across, a bull spied him and gave chase. The poor fellow barely made it to the fence. "Nearly got you, didn't he?" said the Master, who had watched the scene. "Yes," said the old man, puffing, "he nearly gets me every time!"
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Veranda at the Guest House
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