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Tuesday, February 07, 2006

back to India...

blue-black om
Originally uploaded by alxindia.
so we're packing our bags and tomorrow is the big day -- another plane ride over the Pacific Rim... destination, India.

I never EVER thought in my life I would go to India, despite a childhood fascination with Kipling's Rikki Tikki Tavi.... India was not a place I had any desire, attraction, or intention to visit. nope, not me.

(so of course the exquisite divine irony is: I wound up living there for pretty much five straight years.)

that being said, it's been a year, now, since I've been 'home' in my soul home, Mother India, and the idea of going back is a beautiful nostalgia already -- the divine fragrance is in my nostrils already, the scent of jasmine and rose flowers redolent in my mind.

I can already taste the divine nectar that is always flowing on that ground, in Penukonda, and around my teacher, Sri Kaleshwara.

and more -- the greatness, the spiritual power, the astounding vibration that IS India -- I can feel it already. in my heart, under my feet, in my inner Self. there's a steady flame of excitement, burning just behind my eyes. at times, I'm certain the whole world can see it.

a few days ago, someone shared with me "My India," the incomparable poem written about and from and from within India's great spiritual tradition by one of the greatest souls who ever walked this planet, Paramahansa Yogananda. (for those of you new to Yogananda, check through the archives of this blog and you'll find material aplenty on this maha-atma.)

I'd read the poem years ago but not recently. as a younger person, and a far less spiritually mature one, I enjoyed the poem but really had no idea what it was addressing, or how deep it really goes. I was touched but not overly impressed that Yogananda had been reciting this exact poem when he left his body in the early 1950s, in Los Angeles.

a few nights ago, someone handed it to me and I read it aloud to a few folks -- and by the end of this call to spiritual arms, I was in tears.

NOTHING, absolutely nothing, expresses the experience of Spiritual India better than this poem, in the words of a true spiritual master who had tasted all the flavors of the world's countries and continents, nations, and human beings.

when people ask me, "why do you spend so much time in India?" from now on, a copy of this poem will be my standard response.




  • At 8:24 AM, Anonymous gemini said…

    what a lovely description of what india is for you, alx. thank you for sharing that, travel safely, and come back with more wonderful stories to share.

    gemini (from tribe)

  • At 8:59 AM, Blogger Lightbringer said…

    Blessings for your journey, Alx! I understand perfectly, and I am sure that Yogananda is smiling over you. Go for all of us who feel that same passionate tug in our heart and who cannot go in person right now. And if you pass near Mysore, perhaps you can throw a little soul kiss from me in the direction of my own beloved Sadguru, Sri Ganapati Sachchidananda, "Swamiji", who has brought me home across literally galaxies of adventures. Given all the Great Lights who have been and are working from that part of India, the very soil HAS to be saturated with holy energy! I think you are becoming saturated too! I do not consider it an "accident" that I "stumbled across" your web site---and I am very pleased to meet you! :)

  • At 5:17 PM, Blogger Alx said…

    Lightbringer! NO WAY! Ganapati Sat-C-A is your SADGURU!??????? well, no WONDER we're on the same wavelength. he's also a Dattatreya saint, an avadhuta, like Shirdi Sai Baba, Ramana Maharshi, Jesus, and Nityananda was -- and like my master Kaleshwara is. NOW I see the links.... I've got a CD of Ganapati's bhajans, he's one of the only bhajan singers who sends me into the stratosphere of divine joy, every time. (and Ammachi, of course.)

    jai Ma!



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