Ashram Life and Dying to live here

I am in Kerela at Amma's ashram. It was a hard journey here. 12 hour overnight bus was like being born thrown on and bumps hitting head on ceiling, fear of falling to death from road hazzards, and taking an hour to move bus through two other construntion vehicles, honking and moving forward fear of crashing to death etc. I would nod off around 3am and then wake up w/ no one next to me, then fall to sleep then wake up w/ someone else next to me, when I hit a bump and went flying to the celing I would grab hold of the person next to me. I was the only english speaking person, only white skin, on a bus filled w/ all Indians. I was chanting mantra to Shiva knowing I would either die or make it alive for tethe 15 hour plus journey. I could go on 100 more pages, but to simplify I made it to the ashram alive. Amma is a true saint holding every person despite race, creed, deformations, etc. like her own child. She is focusing on helping victims of the tsunami. I like the bhakti path seeing each person, each being as Divine. It isn't always easy to do it. Ashram life is quite different. I won't be online much these days. I met a serious yogi from Los Angeles who is a musicain, om namah shivaya. We might leave to do a pilgramage together. Elephants, bald eagles, huge red ants, people from all over the world, so much, too much to put down and limited time on the internet. I am having internally mystical experiences here, that I have only externally read about.
Om namah shivaya
to see where I'm living and more on Amma check out:
amritapuri.org
Love
Gopala Shane