My Guru

Who is Guruji?

Guruji was, by most standards, a normal person. He has a wife and son, and was once an executive at a concrete sales firm in Ranchi, India.

At the peak of his career, and just after his son’s birth, life unfolded in such a way that the True nature of reality unfolded before him in a rapid and radical way. What would appear as miracles to most blossomed before him like flowers in spring, and because of the knowledge he already possessed, he was able to cohere these happenings into his intellect as purely as math. As 4+4 = 8 is understandable, granted certain knowledge, any number of normally mystical phenomena became understandable to Guruji.

With this understanding came simultaneously the attraction of it among people who cared to listen, and the repulsion among those who feared it. His life changed in many ways, but remaining constant is Guruji’s enthusiasm for sharing Truth with those who seek it.

From the perspective of the disciple, Guruji is:

• A true friend
• A professor of mathematics, physics, biology, economics, business, and history
• A comedian of the highest order, and an utterly ruthless leader
• A mind mechanic
• A human who sees through lies, even the ones you tell nobody but yourself

At the end of the day, Guruji is no one. At the very best, the most devoted disciple will see the Guru as no more or less than simply a reflection of themself.

Who is Guruji to Jack?

One whom Jack follows relentlessly.

It is my, Jack Morrison’s, experience that the fabric of experience itself is intrinsically supportive of harmony. I pray Descartes' long-dead ears perk as the statement is made: this is an indubitable truth.

I think, therefore, I am is a good start. Let’s go farther!

The way I see it, to think means to play, to be dynamic, to flux. In this state of thought, there are two certainties relevant to my argument:

1. Desire is a necessary component of existence
   1. To anyone who challenges this, I challenge you to stop desiring to breathe and let me know how long you last.
2. Thought (flux, change, play) happens in accordance with desire
   1. Let’s say you went to a grocery store, felt adventurous, and tried a new fruit. You take it home, take a bite, and freeze. The fruit transcends taste. It is the most wickedly vile and poisonous-tasting object you have hitherto ingested. Your mind has changed. The next time you see the fruit, will you not avoid it? You avoid it because having it around is undesirable. My point here is that all actions and changes our mind undergoes are oriented toward satisfying desire.

What you learn may not always be pleasant to learn, but it is a very challenging task to support the idea that we all don’t generally become wiser with age.

I desire harmony. Furthermore, my intellect orients that which it is fed toward this. In doing so, my experience of the world, a function of thought, sculpts that which it receives towards harmony. With every experience, I get a little better at seeing, making, or however else you want to put it: harmony.

I hold this affirmation in all my endeavors. The Guru is the focal point.

My Guru gives me instructions. “Don’t do this,” or “do this.” Whether or not the instruction is actually in alignment with Truth does not matter. What matters to me is the devotion I practice. The devotion to my Guru is the devotion to the affirmation that all I experience serves my best interest.

The reason this is the way is because there is no other state more worth living than one of complete devotion, where you fully accept that which you experience. And this state, while infinitely silent, speaks so loudly amidst this chaos. And it speaks gloriously to those who listen.

For example, let’s say my Guru tells me to bring a jacket on my way for an outing because he thinks it will be cold outside. It happens to be warm all day. One can perceive this in two ways:

• It was a good idea to bring the jacket
• It was a bad idea to bring the jacket

So long as the instruction came from the one I name my Guru, my true expeller of darkness, it is a good instruction. It matters not if the jacket is painted with swastikas, reeks of rotting flesh, or even holds a legion of angry demons within it. Because I think it is a good idea. With this thought, my reality is further sculpted. All of the strange things that happen while wearing this dark jacket are henceforth perceived and integrated through the lens of an optimist.

Optimists are not only rewarded through the experience of optimism, but they are also rewarded by those who share the affirmation of the optimist. Devotion is radiant. With every challenge the Guru offers, with every dark jacket I am asked to wear, my aura grows. This is my personal experience.

Luckily for me, it is also my personal experience that Guruji is not only compassionate, but highly learned and articulate. There has yet to be a case where he was unable to justify the instructions to wear the very strangest of outfits.

Not to mention that if my discernment is truly poor, and my Guru has malevolent intentions, I am certain the purity of my intention would eventually be realized in him. I understand there to be no more fiery punishment, and radical cure for the liar, than a friend who trusts him completely.