This thing you might think of, react to, and shake your head off the swivel to as “me” is patently not me. This frail human transient vessel.  I wouldn’t pay it any mind.  Nor should you.  Same for any human.  Same for any possible guru.  It is only in the slightest blink of the quickest eye against the theoretical measure of eternity that this frail human transient vessel is relevantly occupied by an eternal spirit.