Tiruvannamalai, October 26, 2008
This morning at 6:20 we started from the back gate of the ashram to go up to the mountaintop. It 'been a very tiring climb, although the day was ideal for walking: cloudy but no rain. But he was sweating, and I had to do a lot of force Heruli breaks. He sandals-I do not know how to saliva-better than I was wearing regular walking shoes. On the road, fortunately none of the beggars and dangerous attackers from which I had been warned - except an old man with your legs straight and dry, which did not require more than one rupee for a shiny black stone ("it Gives you good vibrations, Sir "). Sure.
climbed more and more I thought, listening to the deafening sounds of car horns and barrels that came up from the city (the infamous festival begins tomorrow Dewali, pales in comparison with which even the New Year fields) that Ramana would be hard today to meditate as did the early 900's. And I domadavo because I wanted to go up when everything is so changed. Then finally, after having seen some pheasant the fog began to rise with us, wrapping us. A gaunt and lonely dog \u200b\u200bwatched us from the tip of a rock (perhaps he had seen too many western movies and thought to be a coyote). From that point on I started to feel something, after five days of waiting. The sounds of humans began arriving muffled, as if we spent a boundary. It arrived on top, wrapped in a mystical mist and accompanied by two dogs, a male and a female, he is ticked off: Jadi, a young Sadhu with a turban and dressed in the usual improvised ocher cloth around his waist. I do not know if it was designed, but the twist he has succeeded perfectly. To his right a fence and two filthy huts of wood, paper, plastic. He made a sign to shut up and take off our shoes. We entered. Making the street, invited us into one of two huts, the largest one. To my left, three or four monkeys, about two feet away, watched us as guests whose desirability must be assessed carefully. My heart had a small bump: I would never have penetrated in such a place in any other context? Most importantly, I believe this dream scene straight out of a Kurosawa film? The Sadhu
invited us to sit up two sacks and, to my great terror, drew from a smoke-blackened container a liquid that has brought us into shells of coconuts. I had sipped a few drops. He was a ginger tea. Very good. Even the dogs came and were accocolati to our right. One's eyes were almost completely eaten by blindness. Yet they were of an infinite sweetness, as well as Jadi. For some minutes he continued to stand in silence, a silence that I ever repay you for this trip.
Jadi finally spoke and one of the first things which he said was that I could not take pictures. I have been pleased. Then he asked me if I meditated with the help of "books", and pointed with his hand on his chest, "that's where part of the meditation." We went out and took us over the top, a very big mall completely blackened by ghee (clarified butter) that acts as a fuel during the ignition of the flame ceremony of Shiva (Deepam festival). The legend says that here it would appear in the form of Shiva lingam of fire, and the rock is still visible the footprints of his sacred feet.
I do not know if he staged the play with all the tourists who climb the mountain, but I do not think it matters. It 's always a naked man who lives in a hut four-hour climb from civilization, and I respect that. And then everything here is real and it is not set. No need to chase a
thesis. The border between the spiritual and the material here is not only there, but it is not conceivable. It makes no sense.
And remember that pasta is made reality this evening after meditation, I have scrubbed his sandals. Do not mess with Shiva ...
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