Regarding the sins I think I was just about “to lift the lid” on them….

Cheers.

I`ve seen a docmentary about the river in Varanasi recently. Omg!
Holy Shit! Literally!
How anyone survives that these days is beyond me.
It`s certainly a testament to the enduring power of…er…the bowels.

Then I am totally for dipping into the Ganges in Allahabad and Haridwar to “launder one’s soul”.

Or launder it in Tiru and in Pune and Mokkha, in Tibet and Shangri-la and at home.

Wherever the results are best:
“Dip dip dip in the Wish Wish Wish –
in the water in the water – clean!”

Uber, under and side-by-side.

Certainly, Anand Yogi`s words of truth resonate with the agonising pain felt by crores of hard-done-by devotees who have for decades selflessly spilt large amounts of vital fluids in the pursuit of Bhorat`s dream and legacy, going on a wild magic carpet ride only to find themselves tumbling into the abyss as the carpet is whipped away from them at the last moment by spiritual criminals!

But who can heal the PAIN?
By extraordinary synchronicity, I asked Swami Bhorat this very question this morning in darshan.

He looked at me with a gaze that seemed to come from somewhere beyond the horizon and answered:
“Only great pain, the long, slow pain that takes its time…compels us to descend to our ultimate depths…I doubt that such pain makes us “better”; but I know it makes us more profound…In the end, lest what is most important remain unsaid: from such abysses, from such severe sickness, one returns newborn, having shed one’s skin…with merrier senses, with a second innocence in joy, more childlike and yet a hundred times subtler than one has ever been before.”

Hearing this I bowed at his feet in amazement.
Then he continued…
“Nah…just kidding. Just find out who`s responsible for causing you the pain, call your lawyer or even a politician or even Al Pacino, and bring that mofo DOWN.”

“..as one of the noble political class whom our master loved so dearly…”

“Please dada, do something!”

“…innocent spiritual seekers….suffer so much PAIN!”

Beyond, beyonder, beyondest any more fitting words….

Ah, wonderfully on spot.

As the saying goes.
no pain, no gain.

“Fifty thousand men were sent to do the will of one
His claim was phrased quite simply, though he never voiced it loud
I am he, the chosen one

In his name they could slaughter, for his name they could die
Though many there were believed in him, still more were sure he lied
But they’ll fight the battle on

Then one whose faith had died
Fled back up the mountainside
But before the top was made
A misplaced footfall made him stray
From the path prepared for him
Off of the mountain
On to a wilderness of ice

This unexpected vision made them stand and shake with fear
But nothing was his fright compared with those who saw him appear
Terror filled their minds with awe

Simple were the folk who lived
Upon this frozen wave
So not surprising was their thought
This is he, God’s chosen one
Who’s come to save us from
All our oppressors
We shall be kings on this world.”

(Genesis, ‘One for the Vine’)

The lyrics are not based on live experiences. They are purely fictional. Pure poetry.

Hari Om
Hari Om