The strange work of Mind

I was so happy and blissful while coming back on the train after organizing a seven-day Kriya yoga meditation retreat by master. There were 25 people. Everyone enjoyed and was grateful for such a wonderful retreat. Each one experienced silence, love, and inner happiness. I felt that I had done a good job and my life is worth living. 

Suddenly, I got a call. At first, I could not hear him properly. I heard a restless voice on the other side. He said something like this, “Where is my son? I want him back.”

I thought it was the wrong number, I asked firmly, “Where have you called? Who do you want to talk to?”

He spoke some name. I said, “It is the wrong number” And hung up the phone.

But he kept calling me and I kept ignoring him. 

Master asked, “Who is calling you again and again?” 

I said, “I don’t know, some person is troubling me.  Now I have blocked his number.”

I felt some uneasiness inside me, something was wrong. My heart started beating unusually differently. I could feel the trouble. 

We went home. I was still carrying discomfort feeling for no reason. I told Master about it and with his silence he helped me. After breakfast, I got a call from a new number. I used to pick up all the calls those days because I was expecting interested people for the next kriya retreat. 

It was the same person from yesterday and calling from a new number. This time, there was clarity in his voice. I could hear it properly. He said, “My son came to you in the last retreat and after that, he never came back home”.

I asked his name. I remembered that boy was disturbing in the retreat and was asking strange questions. We told him to take his money back and leave the place. But then he said, “Sorry, I will attend the retreat” 

I told all this to his father. But father kept repeating “I want to talk to my son. Let me talk to him”.

I said, “You are not listening to me. Please give the phone to your wife.”

He said, “My wife is not with me. She stays separately.”

I said, “Let me have her phone number. Maybe the boy went there. Did you check with your wife?”

He said, “My son went there for a night but ran from there also.”

I said, “Still I would like to talk to her. Give me the number.

He angrily gave me the number.

I called the lady, she told me that her husband was fighting with my son. He wanted my son to do the things according to him.

After 5 minutes the father called me again. I did not know what to say to him. 

I asked him, “What made you think your boy has something to do with me”

He said, “He came to your retreat”

I said, “Many people come to our retreat. They call me to inquire a few times to enroll themselves and sometimes they call me after retreat to clear their doubt”. But in your case, I could attend your son’s call after the retreat as I was traveling.      

But the father kept repeating the same thing, “Please send my son back”. It seemed he had made up his mind. I tried to explain but nothing worked. I firmly said, “We conduct the retreats, and many people attend it, what they do after that we have no information and concern.”

I hung up the phone but he kept calling me again and again. I had to block his number.

An hour later, I got another call from a new number. The person said, “He is the head of the police department from Haryana.” He voiced like a gentleman. He wanted to know the whole story about the person’s son who came to the retreat.”

I told him the same story peacefully and he understood it. And in the end, he said, “Sorry for troubling you.”

After every half an hour a new person called up. Every time I again explained it. It seemed that the father of the boy was making different people talk to me. He convinced his mind with some irrational facts. No logic was working on him.

It was exhausted. Towards evening I felt I needed to go to the police station to log the complaint. Master said, “I come with you.”
I said, “No. I will go alone. Being a foreigner you might get into trouble.”

I went to the police station. And spoke to a lady constable. She understood my situation. And suddenly the same person called me again in front of her. 

She took the phone from me and talked to him strictly and said, “I am calling from the police station, and you need to stop troubling this lady”

Later, the lady constable told me to pen down the complaint. As I was writing, suddenly the senior officer of the station got a call. While talking on the phone he was looking at me. I felt something was not right.

Then the officer called me inside and asked the same story. The Father of the boy made the whole arrangement.

The police station officer told the father that this lady had come to us. The case goes in her favor. But the father of the boy pressurised my police station officer to take some legal action against me. My police station officer assured the father that the case would be investigated properly but the father needed to stop calling the lady(me). 

Meanwhile, I asked the officer to receive my written complaint. He was reluctant to sign it. I said firmly, “Please sign and stamp my copy. It is my right. ”

He asked some junior officer to do that but he not registered my FIR in his official register. At the bottom of my heart, I knew everything would be okay. 

Also, they noted all the details, of where the retreat was conducted. It was conducted by master’s another disciple’s house. I was worried that they might trouble the lady who helped us to spare the retreat place for free and also, provided us the free food. I made a call to her and told her about the situation. She was so cool about it.  She said, “Don’t worry, we will deal with it. ” 

After a few days, the police went to the retreat place and were satisfied. A few days later, my mom called me and said, “Many people from the police department are here at our place and asking about you.” Mom also sounded relaxed.

I went there peacefully and sat with them. I gave them a compassionate look. But one person among them was giving me hard looks. 

They heard me patiently and were satisfied. I said, “I wish you could have bought the father of the boy to meet me in person. Then he would be satisfied too. Then you all can put your energy in the right direction to find the boy”. 

One officer smiled and pointed the man in the middle. He was in casual dress, the one who was giving me hard looks. The officer said, “He is the father of the lost boy.”

I said innocently, “Oh… you are the one, who troubled me for many days.”

The father smiled at me and the whole atmosphere lightened up. 

One cop told me that the lost boy had been seen in a CCTV camera at some metro station alone. We might find him soon.

I said, “That would be great” They left the home peaceful.

I realized that problems are unavoidable. When the mind is at peace, problems might come and go. Whereas a restless mind not only cultivates problems but makes it worse for himself and the world around him.