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Spiritual tour of India

I enjoyed so much the Indian classical concert in the Manchester Jagrti that I had a sudden desire to go to India. Exactly two and half weeks later, I found myself standing on the runway of the airport in Delhi, planning to spend 5 weeks in India. My initial thoughts were, “this feels like home, it feels like I have been here before!!”

Delhi is a crazy place to be; its polluted, noisy and crowdy. The only place that really inspired me was the lotus temple. Next destination was Rishikestre, the place where the holy Ganges is still clean. We were doing Paincha Jainya everyday, noon sadhana by the Ganges and Collective kirtan and sadhana before mealtime. My spiritual practice reached a new dimension; it was then that I surrendered completely to my Guru, and ever since life seems to be speeding up. Coincidences were happening too often, to be considered mere coincidences. Whenever I am confused or unsure about something, clarify seems to come without delay some way or another. For example, in Varanassi, I met the Dada who was in charge of the training centre for Acharyas, and without any hint on my part, he started talking about a few things that were on my mind in the past few days. Baba Nam Kevalm!!

After stopping in Patna a few days where we met the humble Dada Chandranath, a realised soul, who answered our questions about spirituality, we headed to Ananda Nagar. We arrived at there at the break of dawn. The whole place was vibrating with energy. The scenery was so mystical; a few trees growing here and there and big rocks lying on dusty ground; and even the sun was orange that morning. The ten days I spent there I felt great mentally and spiritually, but I experienced lots of physical clashes. I lost my voice after Akanda Kirtan; I got a cold and got the inevitable stomach problems. We attended Sadhana Shivir, which lasted five days, during which we heard many acharyas and margiis narrating their personal experiences with BaBa. This definitely boosted my devotion for BaBa even more. During the Mela, which lasted three days from the 30th December till the 1st of January, the whole place was swamped with margiis. I found the Mela too hectic and noisy to my liking. I preferred the calm and peaceful Ananda Nagar with less people around. At midnight for the New Year, we (hundreds of people) did Guru Puja while a video of Baba was showing. Then, after five hours (completely exhausted!!) of Kirtan, I did sadhana (struggling no to fall asleep!!) on a tranta pit while the sun was rising the first time this year 2001. It was definitely a memorable day.

After spending a few days in Jamalpur the birthplace of BaBa, I extended my trip to another 2 weeks to that I could join the group travelling to Nepal. It was a breath of fresh air compare to India. I felt that the people were nicer and friendlier. We trekked for 10 days along the foothill of the Himalayas. Conquering the heavy load of my backpack, the occasional donkey and sheep blocks, and the unforgettable altitudes sickness, we finally reached Muktinath at an altitude of almost 4000m. The whole scenery was astounding; snow everywhere, clear blue sky, thousands of bright stars in the freeeeezing night!! During the trip I emptied lots of my thoughts and internal clashes to the Himalayas, I certainly return back dowhill feeling much lighter.

It is very difficult to narrate this tantric 7 weeks trip in a few hundred words. So many things happened, some so personal that it is very difficult for me to share. One thing I can say is that I am so happy I sticked to my abrupt decision to join the spirtual tour of India and Nepal. Travelling in a group of spiritual aspirants could only strengthen my spiritual practice and I returned back to England, a new man with a beard.

Next destination is LFT training in Germany.

Namaskar,
Rainjan.

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