"Hello...Atmananda?" said my brother into the phone. Then he
winced and hung up.
"Well?" I asked.
"I have to call him back," he replied sheepishly.
"How come?"
"He said I didn't have the right spirit."
He dialed again. "Halllooooooo, Atmanaaaaaaanda!" he bellowed.
This time, Atmananda gave him directions to the party.
Weeks before, Atmananda gave me permission to attend his parties--
provided that I did not "vibe" the women.
"Don't look at them as women," my brother had suggested,
quoting Chinmoy and Atmananda. "Look at them as seekers.
When you look at them as women, it hurts their evolution."