Good evening, so I thought I'd begin tonight with a note from a participant here, dear teachers.

After a week of silence, meditation and quiet prayer, what does the light at the end of

the tunnel look like?

So we'll explore that, and it reminded me of one of the first stories told at one of

the first retreats that I had been to, and it was stuck with me ever since.

Some of you may remember this of a woman who decides, in a middle age, woman decides

that she's going to go, instead of her annual trip to Miami, she's going to go to India

and see the guru.

And her travel agent says, come on, India, it's a long way, it's a lot of travel, it's

going to be hard on you.

And she goes, no, no, I want to see the guru.

So they make the reservation, she does that long, long flight around the globe, and then

she takes that train ride across a lot of India, and on the train ride she runs into somebody

else that's going to see the same guru, and that person tells her, you know, the rules,

when you see the guru, you can only say three words, I know.

She gets then onto this bus and this pin turns around the, they're pretty hairy rides,

and gets to the encampment, there's a long line, people in the line are all talking

about the three word thing, again, the person up front that escorts her into the big tent

where the guru is holding, you know, meeting all his disciples, again, okay, ma'am, three

words.

I know, I know.

She goes in, she's, and there he is, and his saffron robes and his wispy beard, and she

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