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India

PostPosted: 18 May 2006
by andrey
It is indeed a special place. I was feeling like an elephant in the glass shop. I was feeling I’m entering a holy land with holy people and just my presence spoils all. Had very interesting experiences. Inside yes, there has been big ups and downs. Yes, my mother is there and my Father is there. This mother that has fallen down very much and has closed into herself to cry, because of all people exploiting, hurting her. That has no more power to give. Even me, I have been so cruel to her. Nature is so happiness bringing. This Father that is capable of managing the family with authority. Still the one whom nobody listens to, who really need our help. Who is so busy in service and eager for service that he does not think of himself that he need some rest.

PostPosted: 19 May 2006
by atma
India is a magical place yet it is a ugly place.

It is a land of supersitions yet it is a intellectual land.

Such is the polarity of life.

Just as in this knowledge we have the Moon and then we have the Sun.

atma