turned 27 in Kerela and had my head shaved

It was a painful process that I went under the blade of a barber on the fecal mine, black sand beach outside the ashram. The barber asked clean and I said clean. He used a razor blade and my long rock star poet hair fell away as I whinced when I was accidentally cut a few times, bled a bit, but felt a sense of freedom. I put on the 3 stripes of shiva, mala over neck, and my white Punjabi style robe to receive dharshan from Amma. Amma put a chocalte into my mouth, I took a bite of an apple, and she threw flowers over my head as I left feeling blissed having been blessed by a Satguru.