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Visitor: Maharaj … I must confess something terrible. I did not come only to ask questions. I came with the intention to kill you.

Maharaj: (smiling gently) Very good. Then you have come honestly, at least.

Visitor: You are not afraid?

Maharaj: Afraid of what? Of being killed? I am not alive in the way you think.

Visitor: But this body—this man before me—

Maharaj: Is already dead to himself. It is only appearing, like a reflection in water.

Visitor: Then who is it that I wished to kill?

Maharaj: An idea. A story in your mind. You came to destroy an image, not me.

Visitor: Why would I want to do that?

Maharaj: Because you hoped that by killing me, your suffering would end. You thought I was the cause.

Visitor: Is that true?

Maharaj: Your suffering is born of believing you are a person. I only point to that illusion. That feels dangerous to the mind.

Visitor: So my anger was fear?

Maharaj: Yes. Fear of disappearing.

Visitor: And now?

Maharaj: Now see: the one who wanted to kill is also only an idea.

Visitor: Then who am I?

Maharaj: The space in which both murder and forgiveness appear—and vanish.

Visitor: (quietly) I feel… empty. And peaceful.

Maharaj: Good. You have killed the right one.

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