About ten years ago, I was at a shopping center in Singapore—one of the bougie ones on Tanglin Road—when I was approached by two white-robed yogis. One was a very old, shrunken man, who did not speak; the other, apparently the old man’s servant or spokesperson, was a very large and powerful-looking man. The large yogi stopped me and said he had a message for me from his master. The message: “You are a very lucky man, but you think too much.” That’s it. The yogis moved on, to do their shopping I guess.
To this day, I have no idea how the old yogi knew.