. When darshan was over I struggled to my feet and hobbled towards the exit. As I did so, one of the many resident pigeons in Sai Kulwant Hall emptied the contents of its bowels all over my arm. "Just about sums up my day", I thought, as I limped on my way. The other devotees in my vicinity in DD0 were very helpful; they understood what I was experiencing, but there was a lesson to be learned here. I had been thinking that the ashram should have been called "The Abode Of The Biggest Hassle You Ever Experienced In Your Life", and not "The Abode Of The Highest Peace". However, in the bed next to me was an oriental man. He never spoke to anybody, although if you spoke to him he would answer but would not engage in conversation. I couldn't help but observe his behaviour. All he did was read his spiritual texts, meditate and sleep. He would kneel on the floor and use his bed as a table and read his book of scripture, whatever book it was. He always seemed at peace regardless. That first night in the dormitory was a nightmare for me; I still never slept a wink, so how did HE do it? My oriental friend had a pre-bedtime meditation and immediately fell asleep. It was as though I was being told that my "Abode Of The Highest Peace" was wherever I made it; and my friend certainly was at peace. I reali