You said before that meditative people cannot be corrupted by power, but how come Sheela and her gang were corrupted by power?
Please say something about the organization of the meditative people.
Meditative people cannot be corrupted – ever. If somebody is corrupted, that only means he was not meditative. And about Sheela, I can tell you certainly: she had no interest in meditation, in my way of life, my philosophy. Her interests were totally different.
She had come first to me because her husband was suffering from cancer, and the doctors in America had said that he cannot live more than two years. She was desperately in search of someone who could help.
Her husband, Chinmaya, was a beautiful man. He remained with me, and it almost always happens, when you are facing death meditation is easy. You cannot postpone it, because tomorrow you may not be here to meditate.
So Chinmaya tried hard to meditate, and that helped him to live. All the medical experts were agreed. They could not believe what had happened to him, because two years was the maximum limit for his disease.
But he lived almost ten years, and lived happily in spite of cancer, and died happily. Just a few years more and he would have been enlightened. But he reached to the point that in the next life the remaining small part can be done. His next life will be the last life.
Sheela had to remain with him, so it was just accidental, her coming to me, her remaining with me. And when Chinmaya started going beyond the two-year limit, she started behaving in an ugly way towards him.
Naturally, he was sick, had cancer…he was not so much interested in sexuality. All that he needed was womanly warmth.
So Sheela started having lovers. That was a great wound in Chinmaya. And my feeling is, he would have lived a little longer, but these wounds were becoming more and more. And Sheela was constantly fighting with him.
Before he died, Sheela had divided the room in two parts, and she was living with her new boyfriend and Chinmaya was left alone.
Cancer…. And he had passed eight years beyond medical speculation. When he came to be examined by the doctors they could not believe it. They said, “This is nothing but a miracle.”
I do not do any miracles, and I do not believe in any miracles. But he meditated. There was nothing left for him – only cancer and death.
But this wound, that at these last moments of his life Sheela would divide the room – and he could hear her laughter, joy with her new boyfriend – perhaps that was too much. Perhaps the will to live disappeared.
In a way, he was killed by Sheela.