Adultery The Swamiji

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Every ashram was also overseen by a Guruji, or spiritual guide, who resided permanently at that location. 

This Guruji acted as the intermediary between Swamiji and his followers at that particular ashram
 
The ashrams themselves were self-sufficient, producing their own food, water, and energy. No detail was left to chance. Even the staff who worked at these places were selected for their loyalty, trained rigorously in the ways of Swamiji’s teachings. They are called Devotees. They didn’t just serve, they worshipped. They were devoted.

 
And then there was the security.

Swamiji’s presence required a level of protection only reserved for heads of state.

Private security, armed with the latest technology and surveillance systems, ensured that no one could breach the sacred walls of his ashrams. 

Helicopters and drones watched the skies, while his bodyguards, an elite force of specially trained men, kept watch on every corner. No one, not even the most powerful criminals in India, dared to challenge him.

The underworld had learned this lesson well: The Swamiji’s words were the law. 

If he said “no,” the most dangerous men in the country would back away without question.
 

A single visit to an ashram could take hours, yet no one ever complained. Devotees traveled great distances, taking long journeys in luxury buses provided by the ashram itself. 

These buses, which left daily from the heart of bustling cities, were far from ordinary. Plush, air-conditioned, and often filled with families, elderly pilgrims, and young devotees, all on a singular mission: to visit The Swamiji. 

The daily visitors may or may not get The Swamiji’s Darshan on that day, as he may not be in that ashram at all.

But they would pray in front of his photograph in the prayer hall guided by Guriji that looks after that ashram, seeking solace in his divine presence, and return. 

They were fortunate if they had a rare opportunity to see him in person, once in a while, perhaps, if fate smiled upon them.
 
The buses arrived in convoy at the gates of the ashram, where their passengers were greeted with the scent of incense, the sound of bells ringing in the distance, and the promise of a spiritual experience that transcended the mundane.

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