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India and Nepal

In the silence of the long flight home I am reflecting on the last 7 weeks. It was such an interesting trip, and so intense, an outer and inner journey, that it might take some time to digest all that has happened: the family feeling with the people in the group, who were complete strangers to me only weeks earlier, the strange familiarity of the country that I visited for the first time (this lifetime...), the highly vibrated places of Ananda Marga history that we visited, so full of stories, and countless meditations in jagrtis, on riverside rocks and in overcrowded trains. Continuous movement, external and internal. Things will never seem the same again.

Delhi with its noise, traffic and pollution. Taxis, rikshaws and cows filling the streets, people everywhere. But I guess I’m too excited to be disturbed by it. Some sort of calmness wells up inside me, contentment, glad to be here. I am at home.

Rishikesh, city of saints and sages. Ashrams are many, but I don’t feel like shopping around - I have already found mine. Riverside meditations, the Ganges is pure, the river of life.

Varanasi: the Ganges less pure, but still full of life. Baba’s Quarters and the brothers’ Whole Timer training centre. A first taste of Indian kiirtan and hospitality. Kiirtan over the loudspeakers, sending positive microvita to the people.

On to Patna, off the tourist track, to visit Dada Chandranath. Words of wisdom, shining ..... full of inspiration.

Ananda Nagar, city of Bliss. Long meditations in vibrated places, leaving me intoxicated. Kiirtan, sadhana and satsaunga as 30,000 people gather for the New Year’s program. Some familiar faces from all around the world. We’re one Universal family.

And then Jamalpur, Baba’s birthplace. Ananda Marga’s first jagrti, and late night meditation on the Tiger’s grave, leaving me, once again, intoxicated...

On to Nepal. The solitude of the Himalayas is a contrast to crowded India. It calms the mind and eases the senses. Walking alone, surrounded by the massive mountains, seemingly eternal, with no one in sight, there is no disturbance, no distraction. Just me and Baba, or Baba and me. In the pureness of being, I feel His Presence. It fills me, there is nothing else. Solid mountains, silence, solitude, stilling the mind, fuelling the Self - satisfying it as it hasn’t been satisfied before. Leaving an impression on my soul, never to be forgotten. Taking it with me, always, continuing the journey that is life...

Rainjita’

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