As I struggled through a steep pass in the mountains, I glanced to the side and was greeted by a strange sight. There on a rock sat the most curious Sadhu I had ever seen.

The Venerable BABA-RAM

Looking at him, I couldn't help smiling a bit, and his friendly smile back asked me to sit in the cool shade along with him. In singsong english he said I looked ill, and asked where
I was going. My reply that I was going to die because of lines in the sky made him chuckle, then cackle, then belly laugh.

He told me that those who walk in the light are aware of the poison in the air, and can help them selves stay well. His own practice could
help others if they would only try.