|In the auto-rickshaw on the way to the bus station|
What a lovely dream? Experience? While flying the last leg to India, a familiar darkness and stillness appeared, (not unlike the entry point for past "meditation events" at the ashram), which led to an image of an unfamiliar temple. The building reminded me of the one's in Vrindavan. One of the doors opened and was filled with a brilliant white light and In the light, the image of Gurudev sitting cross-legged appeared. I felt myself smiling as I witnessed the beauty and love of his presence, but the door began to shut. My smile shifted to disturbed as his image was disappearing, but before the door closed completely, a radiant blue color appeared around the edges of the door. The door returned to an open position and the space was immediately filled with an irridescent blue that was somehow peacefully energizing. What grace as I return to India.
|On the bus to Jaipur|