Zen Master Avatar Prem Anadi Bunny Rabbit The
  Third is a liar.

   Ok, I don’t want to give off the wrong impression,
  so let me try again. He is a liar, liar with his pants
  on fire! Oh, this is so much fun; he’ll probably
  really regret giving me the opportunity to do this.

 

 Bunny would have you believe that he is really rather fetching in the flesh. It wouldn’t surprise me at all if the picture of Brad Pitt that he carries around with him and refers to as his mirror finds its way to the back cover of the book.

 OK, I’ll stop being such a cheeky young bird. Bunny himself has said that he frequently uses lies, and if I remember rightly it was because of something to do with the truth being unspeakable, but I can’t pretend to be able to expand on that! 

 Suffice it to say that his lies are beautiful and not without good cause.

 And yep, I love him.

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 Bunny loves cheese.

 It is wonderful to love a man for his mystical qualities, for his depths of wisdom and compassion, for his silence and his terrifying authenticity, and to listen with all the silence you can muster as he responds to your question, only to find him suddenly interrupting himself with the words, “oh, I loooooooove cheese!”

 There are many other things that Bunny loves, like a husband, and children, and people and dogs and fish and mice, and then there are the trees and all the creatures in all the oceans, and heaven knows what else. Bunny says his first language is Dog. I remember seeing him talking to the trees too. Well, ok, he was actually talking to Petunia and I but you could see by his smile and the look in his eyes that he knew the trees were listening; we were at the Osho place in Pune and he was showing us how to practice Reiki with the trees. He said that, ”In general it is polite to ask the trees’ permission first, but not to worry because all the trees here are sluts anyway.”

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 When I first met ZMAPABRTT, face to face, he was very drunk (plane journeys apparently have that affect on him). He was slurring his words, and kept waffling on about bungalows. Until the next day I mistakenly put a lot of this behaviour down to the alcohol.

 Bunny is not very much like any zen master I have ever heard of. There may be plenty of people out there pretending to be zen masters, doing their best to correspond with a particular image and code of conduct that they may have gathered from their books and their fantasies about zen masters, and then there’s Bunny: a gay man who sometimes dresses smart and shaves his ears, but otherwise is often considered, even by the boyfriend of one of his own adopted sons, to have the appearance of being homeless. Here is a zen master who is not afraid to dress in swimming shorts, to walk out to the poolside, to dip his toes into the cold water, and then to change his mind and get dressed again; an avatar who thinks nothing of taking his disciples into McDonalds to eat McAloo Tikki meals.

 I think that one of Bunny’s favourite things in life, is to not know things. Whilst I seem to be constantly asking him to help me understand things, he has the capacity to directly enter any part of the universe as if it was his little toe, and to listen , and to know, but he prefers to play guessing games. He likes to wait and see what might happen next, finding everyday matters to be a playground full of adventure.

 No matter what I say about him though, he is as indefinable as meditation, as consciousness, as love. Perhaps the juice only comes when you squeeze the berry for yourself. Love does not pamper to your needs, and neither does Bunny (although he might call you his little love dumpling).