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《美食祈祷和恋爱》Chapter 51 (109):我有出息  

Richard from Texas has some cute habits. Whenever he passes me in the Ashram and no-tices by my distracted face that my thoughts are a million miles away
he says
"How's David doing?"
"Mind your own business
" I always say. "You don't know what I'm thinking about
mister."
Of course
he's always right.
当然他总未猜错。
Another habit he has is to wait for me when I e out of the meditation hall because he likes to see how wigged out and spazzy I look when I crawl out of there. Like I've been wrest-ling alligators and ghosts. He says he's never watched anybody fight so hard against herself. I don't know about that
but it's true that what goes on in that dark meditation room for me can get pretty intense. The most fierce experiences e when I let go of some last fearful re-serve and permit a veritable turbine of energy to unleash itself up my spine. It amuses me now that I ever dismissed these ideas of the kundalini shakti as mere myth. When this energy rides through me
it rumbles like a diesel engine in low gear
and all it asks of me is this one simple request—Would you kindly turn yourself inside out
so that your lungs and heart and offal will be on the outside and the whole universe will be on the inside? And emotionally
will you do the same? Time gets all screwy in this thunderous space
and I am taken—numbed
dumbed and stunned—to all sorts of worlds
and I experience every intensity of sensation: fire
cold
hatred
lust
fear . . . When it's all over
I wobble to my feet and stagger out into the daylight in such a state—ravenously hungry
desperately thirsty
randier than a sailor on a three-day shore leave. Richard is usually there waiting for me
ready to start laughing. He always teases me with the same line when he sees my confounded and exhausted face: "Think you'll ever amount to anything
Groceries?"
But this morning in meditation
after I heard the lion roar YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW STRONG MY LOVE IS
I came out of that meditation cave like a warrior queen. Richard didn't even have time to ask if I thought I'd ever amount to anything in this life before I looked him eye to eye and said
"I already have
mister."
"Check you out
" Richard said. "This is cause for celebration. Come on
kiddo—I'll take you into town
buy you a Thumbs-Up."
Thumbs-Up is an Indian soft drink
sort of like Coca-Cola
but with about nine times the corn syrup and triple that of caffeine. I think it might have methamphetamines in it
too. It makes me see double. A few times a week
Richard and I wander into town and share one small bottle of Thumbs-Up—a radical experience after the purity of vegetarian Ashram food—always being careful not to actually touch the bottle with our lips. Richard's rule about traveling in India is a sound one: "Don't touch anything but yourself." (And
yes
that was also a tentative title for this book.)