An elderly Jewish woman left her home in Brooklyn to find the mystic guru, the legendary Baba Ganesh.
After traveling across oceans, through jungles and over mountains she arrived at the Indian ashram. At the entrance to the cave where he lived she was warned by his servant that she had to limit her question to a simple three words. No more.
Finally, she was admitted to his presence where she gazed at the Baba Ganesh seated on a mat in a lotus position. She cried, "Come home, Sheldon!"
We look for meaning in many places. We seek distant shores and the advice of scholars, mystics and leaders of all sorts. Yet, the truth is always close. It is home, where it has always been.
After traveling across oceans, through jungles and over mountains she arrived at the Indian ashram. At the entrance to the cave where he lived she was warned by his servant that she had to limit her question to a simple three words. No more.
Finally, she was admitted to his presence where she gazed at the Baba Ganesh seated on a mat in a lotus position. She cried, "Come home, Sheldon!"
We look for meaning in many places. We seek distant shores and the advice of scholars, mystics and leaders of all sorts. Yet, the truth is always close. It is home, where it has always been.
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