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Yesterday I wrote a blog, "The Bodhisattva's Cocoon", detailing reasons for my withdrawing into solitary practice.

Today's e-mail brought in a comment from Anonymous: "Little late. You already misled many..."

Truth there is in his words, there's no denying that. Blind man sees the truth in a blind man's response, alas the irony of that.

Little late is fortunately much better than a lot late. Of course, some among the blind companions realized the folly on the way and turned back, and again some of them fell into their self-discovered ditches in the route of their return from nowhere to nowhere, and of course for that I am also indirectly responsible.

Fortunately no effort is wholly in vain, and many fellow men and ladies also found good routes to places where they'd one day find eyes to see. It was not that I ever meant to be the sole beacon, only the blindest of the blind would have assumed such.

While some embarked on a journey with the blind man, I know not of a single one who would have walked alongside to where he is now. And I'm not in a ditch yet! People then neither know where I am, nor where my route leads, and may that remain so. Far be it from me to call for anyone to partake of my inner quest.

I cannot say whether the Anonymous of sparse words means to say that I have misled people by not, for example, serving them with the doctrines of ISKCON, Gaudiya Math, or of any other contemporary sect of choice. If that were the case, then I would consider the proposal laughable and preposterous. The principle of my sentiment applies universally to all paths, and blind men remain blind regardless of the route they supposedly lead you onwards on.

Truth is not that which is written, truth is that which is seen and experienced within. The seer of truth will guide the seeker to the oasis of divine gnosis. All aside that are but potential indicators. The truths of the scriptures and the truths of the traditions convey meaning through direct fusion with the experiential core of the consciousness; otherwise, even the best of theories consists of only so many words written.

How many times can a man apologize, and do the incrementing apologies add to their value? Again I extend my heartfelt apologies to everyone adversely affected, and I pray that the clouds of bitter bile will eventually subside from the heart-skies of those harboring ill feeling. May that conclude my reflections and mortifications for now, be there good will and peace for all.