Delhi
I left the Ashram. Amma left for North Indian and Australia tour, the ashram went from high energy and loud w/ thousands of people from all over the world, to nearly deserted. My flatmate at the ashram is going to be a monk and was inspiring to be around. He is from Spain age 42 and gets up at 4am for chanting, was doing hard physical work in the garden and barely sleeping, he was also fasting on just water two days a week and it finally caught up to him, so he is finding a middle path. He is going to go back to Spain and save up the $12,000 to be set for life to live as a monk including room, board, medical, clothes, and an intention to realize this lifetime and serve humanity through selfless service.
I did a 4 hour taxi ride from the ashram to the airport. The ticket said Cochin to Delhi, but of course it is never as it says in India, the plane stopped in another city w/ a lay over, and then finally to Delhi. They fed us great authentic Indian food on the plane, for lunch and dinner, so I just went with the flow and it was fine.
I am staying in Pahar Ghanj in Delhi which is cheap and dirty, busy with tons of restraunts, and shops near the train station. Outside my room is a giant painting of Lord Shiva with snake around neck, dreadlocks on top of head, and the ganga flowing from top of his head. The room has a big old bed, it was noisy last night, not much room to do asana, but room to do yogic stretches, do mantra, offer to loved ones, and take a bucket shower w/ hot water finally.
There was a disaster my Dr. Bronner liquid soap opened and went all over my luggage, so I had to handwash my clothes at 1am last night, clean my book, and little drum, and take everything out of my bag, now my day pack is air drying and I just ate the first authentic western breakfast since I left NYC writing this. I will go to the train station and prepare to get to Rishikesh via 6 hour train and 1 hour bus leaving 7am tommorow. It is equivalent to smoking 1.5 packs of smoke in Delhi, a dip in the Ganga can burn off a lifetime of karama in Riskikesh, Amma's grace can carry me through the noise and pollution of Delhi, the will to keep my heart on Guru and my God, thinking of loved ones, friends, family, and sangha, and everyone who ever helped me and all sentient beings at all times in my heart of hearts.
I did a 4 hour taxi ride from the ashram to the airport. The ticket said Cochin to Delhi, but of course it is never as it says in India, the plane stopped in another city w/ a lay over, and then finally to Delhi. They fed us great authentic Indian food on the plane, for lunch and dinner, so I just went with the flow and it was fine.
I am staying in Pahar Ghanj in Delhi which is cheap and dirty, busy with tons of restraunts, and shops near the train station. Outside my room is a giant painting of Lord Shiva with snake around neck, dreadlocks on top of head, and the ganga flowing from top of his head. The room has a big old bed, it was noisy last night, not much room to do asana, but room to do yogic stretches, do mantra, offer to loved ones, and take a bucket shower w/ hot water finally.
There was a disaster my Dr. Bronner liquid soap opened and went all over my luggage, so I had to handwash my clothes at 1am last night, clean my book, and little drum, and take everything out of my bag, now my day pack is air drying and I just ate the first authentic western breakfast since I left NYC writing this. I will go to the train station and prepare to get to Rishikesh via 6 hour train and 1 hour bus leaving 7am tommorow. It is equivalent to smoking 1.5 packs of smoke in Delhi, a dip in the Ganga can burn off a lifetime of karama in Riskikesh, Amma's grace can carry me through the noise and pollution of Delhi, the will to keep my heart on Guru and my God, thinking of loved ones, friends, family, and sangha, and everyone who ever helped me and all sentient beings at all times in my heart of hearts.
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