The levitating monk...

In Turin, there were solo trumpeters and accordianists entertaining passers-by... and this monk sitting cross-legged, levitating, or perhaps practising yogic flying without the hopping bit - he was very still. Many were those transfixed by the sight, marvelling and puzzling. He was real - he acknowledged contributions dropped into his silver ewer. He must have been incredibly hot in his robes - it was around 38 C. The cord dangling down was just a rope around his waist. His hand rested on the post that you can see.

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