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to get religion, so he goes to a Holy Rollers meeting in a small southern Mississippi town.
Sister Sara, a beautiful and shapely black girl, suddenly leaps to her feet and shouts, "Praise be to the Lord! Last night I was in the arms of Satan, and tonight I will be in the arms of Saint Peter!"
"Sister," says Leroy quietly as the girl sits down, "so what are you doing tomorrow night?"
When Madam Fifi's whorehouse is raided by the police, the whole place is in confusion. Somehow Pinky, the talking parrot, escapes and flies away. She lands in the graveyard and is immediately captured by the preacher's wife and put in a cage.
"Polly wanna a cracker?" asks the preacher's wife, as Pinky sits in the cage above the piano. But Pinky says nothing.
The days go by and Pinky sits silently in the cage wondering what has happened. One day there is a gathering of the church women's club, and amongst all the girls present, the discussion turns to silk underwear.
"Look at this wonderful slip!" says Mrs. Jones, turning up the corner of her dress.
"Ah! And look at these wonderful panties!" says Mrs. Foster, pulling her skirt all the way up.
"Thank God!" sighs Pinky, eyeing Mrs. Foster. "Welcome home, girls! Anybody got a cigarette?"
Nivedano...
(Drumbeat)
(Gibberish)
Nivedano...
(Drumbeat)
Be silent. Mind you have thrown out.
Close your eyes.
Feel the body to be completely frozen.
Look inwards.
At the very center of your being,
is the door of the buddhas.
Deeper... and deeper.
Without any fear, go in as far as you can.
You will not meet anybody on the way except yourself. And meeting with oneself is the meaning of being a buddha.
One who has encountered himself, realized himself, has become centered into himself, is a buddha. This is the potential of everyone.
Just a little going in.
The way is very short:
from mind to no-mind.
To make it clear, Nivedano...
(Drumbeat)
Relax. Feel the body to be completely dead.
The head has fallen somewhere else and you are simply a watcher, not
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