On a moonlit night in Venezuela¹³

One of our disciples used to play the cello extremely well. On a moonlit night during our Christmas Trip in Venezuela he was playing the cello and we were singing in an open courtyard. I was looking and looking at the moon and we were meditating while he was playing.

From the moon I got the message that this disciple would leave our path. I said to myself, “My God! How can it be? He is all love, all devotion.” He was giving us so much joy with his cello playing. At that time there was no question of his leaving our path. But the moon was right. Before long he left us. The moon gave me the message.

It happened in Venezuela, when we were singing on a moonlit night.