The story of Yurga Bayoryunene


My notion of a spiritual life was full of myths – those everyday ideas of what must occur to me and what way; what I must feel and think; what I must want and what choose… The content of those myths was being formed under the influence of the books read, of the lecture heard, of the stories and impressions of my acquaintances, and under the influence of a multitude of diversified and sometimes opposite explanations. Stiff myths fettered my notion about the Spiritual Teacher – who he is, what he gives, how the meeting with him is going and what he means in man’s life.

When it happened in my life – I met the Spiritual Teacher – there began to occur the things I expected the least of all: the myths that fettered me began melting and vanish. I “knew” very well that Spiritual Teachers are old bearded sages. It appeared – not for certain. I also “knew” that one must long search for him, wander over faraway countries, to overpass the mountains and to cross the deserts. And the farther the countries, the higher the mountains, the more (one should think) hope that the Teacher will be “much more authentic”… It turns out – NOT!

The love proves to have no age, and the true knowledge appears not to have definite image… The real journey turns out to be measured not by kilometers, and true endeavours are manifested not only in ascending to mountains or crossing the deserts, but in diligent and honest performing of one’s daily duties….

For the first time I traveled to the Teacher “by chance” with the group of searchers. Some of them were searching health, others wished to attain various spiritual powers, the third simply wanted to attain inner calmness. I did not know what to expect and what to answer the question, what I am seeking for. And again the myths followed me: serious spiritual people read much and know how to behave with the Spiritual Teacher, what to ask him about; the genuine searchers know exactly what they are moving to and what they achieve. Now I can tell: without any “reasonable background” I went there where his hand took me, I draw myself where his heart called and only when I saw him for the first time I understood that I did it many-many times alrealy.

And the same way I probably ask not for the first time: how was all this before I met him? How could I manage to live off in that former emptiness, what could consolate my anguish, was that anguish on something or on somebody?

And here he came and brought calmness, assertiveness, balance and love…and here I understood how I love those grey workdays and poring autumn rains; how I love those boring everyday troubles and angry passers-by in the street, how I love irritated relations who do not understand me…Thanks to him I recollect how long I had been waiting for all this, how long had been asking… And I understand what a big treasure from the Upper High I have got – the possibility to go it through once again and once again to endeavour to become the embodiment of my highest idea of me myself. And I understand that the highest gift, which I could not even recollect so that to ask God about it, is his coming into my life…


Yurga Bayoryunene, Villnus, 2006