Zaraawar Mistry’s clever one-man show begins with an air of meditative reverence, complete with a tolling gong. Don’t be fooled. Over the course of a lecture peddling “Ultimate Liberation Philosophy,” Mistry’s character admits his Indian accent is fake, his title unearned, and his belief system nothing more than a sales pitch. He lays this out with such complete charm, composure and unflappable good will that he completely wins over his audience. Rarely has such absolute drivel been delivered with such sly panache. (10 p.m. Wed., 5:30 p.m. Thu., 4 p.m. Sun.; Phoenix Theater, 2605 Hennepin Av. S.)