Ping Pong Therapy

Ping Pong Therapy

This adventure of Swami X was written after I did the "Power Group", in the School of Mysticism of the Poona Multiversity. It is a multi-dimensional deprogramming of limiting beliefs of the mind. The self-destructive nature of judgments about other people is one aspect that has stayed with me in a strong way…

Let me tell you about the group, that set me free
Everyone should do it, just like me.
The way it all started, I booked a session,
To work upon my favorite obsession.

The therapist asked if something was wrong,
I said "I’m ashamed, … about my ping pong."
"Your ping pong?" he said, "What language do you speak?
Are you sure it’s not your ding dong that’s feeling weak?"

"No, it’s my ping pong game that drives me to despair
One guy always beats me, and it just isn’t fair.
Please tell me how to win my game!"
He asked, "How long have you been insane?
It’s your mind that says you have to win."
"No!" I cried, "My backhand doesn’t have enough spin."
"It’s your ego", he said, "that is so upset."
"No, No!" I sobbed, "My ball gets stuck in the net."
"Your mind" he went on, "is just full of rot."
"Please!" I begged, "I need a better a slapshot."

He held his head in his hands, and made pained faces,
Saying "Why do I attract, such hopeless cases?
You seem to be such a nincompoop,
I hope I don’t get you, in my next group.
You need to play ping pong, more from your heart,
Understanding power trips, would be a good start."

"That’s it!" I yelled and jumped to my feet,
"With a power trick shot, I’ll have everybody beat.
I have to run now, before the end of the hour,
I’ll go and jump into the group about power."

…

The group room was big, like a tennis court,
I asked the group leader, "What’s the name of this sport?"
"Look at who is asking," was all that he replied,
And he threw the ball back to my side.

I said, "Is asking questions some kind of sin?"
And I shot the ball right back at him.
He said, "You want to be superior, it’s plain to see."
And he threw a curve ball back at me.

He was such a good shot, I couldn’t win at all.
My mind was bouncing up and down, like a ping pong ball.
I swung my racket, hitting at the air,
Yelling, "I’m the ping pong champ!" and pulling out my hair,
Until the helper's team arrived to hold me in a grip,
And I left my body on an astral trip.

I could see a ping pong game without any ball,
Without any players, and no racquets at all.
The table was empty, just like Osho said,
And I was in the middle standing on my head.
It seems I was enlightened and taking a rest,
And nobody would play me, because I was the best.

When I came back, I opened my eyes,
And everyone was dancing, much to my surprise.
I thanked them all for dancing to my victory
And announced I had returned from a satori.

Now I’m finished with judgments, and power trips too,
But it’s not my fault if I’m better than you.
I learned when you suffer under someone else’s shoe
As a victim you can be on a power trip too.

So I tried it in ping pong, when my ball went wide
I blamed it on the wind, and broke down and cried.
I screamed about my mother - she never taught me how to serve,
So it’s not my fault, if I can’t hit a curve.
I fell on the table, in the middle of the set,
And strangled myself, with the ping pong net.
I let everyone see, how much I was in pain,
Until finally they shouted, "OK, take the shot over again!!"

So that’s how I won my ping pong game.
Since I did that group, life hasn’t been the same.

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