OKAY.... soooo, it started with a monsoon rain and cyclone a few villages down the road
and went on from there.
not sure what day it is but i think it is tuesday am in india
here are some thoughts from the last few days:
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Mantra from Sunday night
Cyclone blowing rain everywhere. all okay but lots of lights blown and
internet gone and black dogs turned beige.
The wonders continue.
Beginning of weekend lollapalooza.
We went to the Temple.
But I mean a real Indian Maharajah like in the movies temple
marble, friezes of cows, silver doors with lakhsmi and her sisters,
diadems, corbels, domes and thrones.
all stunning and white, floating above the landscape.
it created a great deal of work for this very poor neighborhood
and the neighbors work day and night sweeping and cleaning
and shining and repairing and planting
yesterday we rose at 5 and remained all day in the temple
sleeping on the marble floors when not floating above them
that is from 5 am thru 8 pm wordless, meditation
deeksha from the saffron robed monks
some so close to god realization they stumble finding footing on this planet
they bless you with hands shaking or the most magnificent beauty one can feel.
some laugh hysterically
grabbing hold of your head unable to find footing except as they hang on to the vestiges
of Pantene products and drive the divine right down into the epicenter.
have you ever spent 15 hours contemplating your entire life
year by year justice and injustice love and loss
failure and triumph, step by eternal step
and inbetween the sitting and the sleeping and the getting blown away
and then the weeping, in three languages, and then the quiet tears
and boredom and all moving along
a little like those improvs we all did for Marat Sade...
the deeksha givers come once every few hours and
GODS LOVE WE DELIVER
is offered better than pizza and coke
or even scotch and ice cream....
but we know how good THOSE MEALS WERE TOGETHER!!
then. just when you think u can't take another inch of awakening,
you come back to the campus
and you enter the darkness of the meditation hall here
and then, EVERY DASA ( teacher about 7)
and EVERY SAFFRON MONK (about 7) comes by and
just like receiving hankkukah gelt,
you sit with your hands out and they come donw the line
and bless you AGAIN.
all 14 of them!
i swear it was like fourth of july and the apocalpyse all at once.
shall we say the weekend was like Yom Kippur to the max..
ataonement is , after all, AT ONE MENT...
strangely many of the customs are similar
even a mantra is sung to the tune of the "Ashrey"..
the cantor prostrates him or herself in front of the ark to let god know we're serious about this clarity stuff
except here we are asked to do it ourselves.
and many of the yoga awareness exercises are indeed those we did in the 60's
in those acting labs,
except no Group Grope with the dasa's.
however......
there is one dasa, i always thought he was the most reserved of them all,
he came round and gave deeksha and
kept laughing and moaning the name of Amma
(the female part of the Divine representatives)
as if he were making love to her and she to him.
they were having a WONDERFUL time
It was extraordinay really. And then it came to me.
God is the ultimate lover. What a great idea!
He/She/They give everyone the divine grace
of every possible YES.
And God doesn't get freaked out when you get too close to the real deal
God says.. bring it on, sister. i'm not going anywhere!
And I laughed Laughed LAUGHED outloud with the mad dasa and
thanked the red dog for sniffing my heels and
the monkey for stealing the banana
and the hard cold floor upon which we slept..... all night long.
Wow.
What's next.
Oh.. I had three pancakes for breakfast.. OOMLACHONG I believe
and so far there is no revolt...stay tuned and...
oh. we have to fix the planet.
come on everybody.
let's get it together so we can have another night of bliss.
much love
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