And one thing more which is very difficult to understand, because moralists have created so much confusion and smoke around it: when a cat is chopped by a Nansen, it is beneficial to the cat, it is a blessing to the cat. This cat must have been rare – and now this cat will not be reborn as a cat, she will be reborn as a man. To be chopped by Nansen is a rare opportunity, and the cat must have been wandering around the monastery waiting for this moment.
Nansen changed the form. The cat will be reborn as a higher being just because Nansen has chopped her. In that moment the cat was more silent than the monks, the cat was more ecstatic than the monks. And being chopped by Nansen is not an act of aggression, it is an act of love. Nansen freed the cat from the form, from the form of cat. She will be reborn as a higher being. But this is difficult to follow, and I am not telling you to go and free people from their forms so they will be reborn as higher beings. Don’t chop anybody – you would like to, you would enjoy it, but for Nansen it was an act of deep prayer. He must have been watching this cat. This cat was no ordinary cat. There are animals who are crying out to be freed from their forms.
It happened at a camp in Matheran. I was staying very far away from the campus ground. The first evening, when I was going to my bungalow, a dog followed – really a rare dog. Then the dog remained continuously. Three times I would go to conduct the camp, and three times I would return. It was half an hour’s journey, three times the dog followed me to the camp and three times he followed me back. While I was asleep he would sit just on the veranda. For the whole camp this was his routine. Even when he went to eat something he never left me. He would follow me to the camp, and when others were meditating he would sit more silently, more deeply than those who were attending the camp, and then he would go back with me.
The last day, when I left Matheran by train, he followed the train. He was running by the side of the train. Many people are here who were witness there. As he was running by the train, the guard took compassion on him and he took him in. Up to Neral he came. This train was a slow train, a toy train, coming from Matheran to Neral, traveling just seven miles in two hours, and the dog could follow. But from Neral it is a fast train. When I took the train from Neral to Bombay others were standing there on the platform weeping and crying, and the dog was also standing there in tears.