For some years ago I had the honor to visit an ashram, housing his holiness, the enlightened Sir Prem Baba. He entered the stage accompanied by music. Brightness and goodness was in the air. Transparent western girls voices sung Indian songs and mantras. After a not very short musical intro, Prem Baba himself was sitting on some kind of throne surrounded by a coterie of innocent young women.
Just before the concert there were rumors saying that Baba has unearthly powers: he is able make you cry or laugh and to bless you with his glance. So, about a quarter he just dissected the crowd with his glance. The believers got silent, stopped breathing, and tears rolled on cheeks. All the time, there was a sacral silence in the room, only interleaved by the microphonic voices of Prem Baba and his translator.
People’s eyes were glittering. Thrilled people tried to catch every single word of the whitebearded Baba. With a peaceful voice he talked about the coming spiritual revolution and advised the audience to never stop seeking for the truth: share your love to other using your talent and work. The main aspects of love are forgiveness and gratitude. You always have reason to be thankful. By giving happiness to others, you gradually brighten yourself – with laconic sentences spoke Prem Baba.
In this incredible country there is a lot that is incomprehensible to westerners. India is so large and diverse: the life in the North of India is different from that of the southern part, the city life is different from the province, Brahmins are different from Shudras.
This country is dominated by primitive simplicity and frankness: people talk and behave as they feel like, they cook on the ground, eat with their hands. If it’s cold they just bundle up in their colorful blankets and pass the street with dignity, even the garbage in the street is shamless, and doesn’t get the attention of the people passing by. Peace with everyone.
In fact, the longer you observe India, the less you understand it. However, if you want to feel the magical side of this incredible country, the best is to invite all your five or even six senses (in India yogis refer to even eleven senses).
India: it is colorful linen drying in the sun, the smell of incense and spices in the air, Ayurvedic message, a cold shower under the waterfall, silver sand flattering your barefoot along the Ganga, the touch of Indian silk to your body, the song of the bracelets and chains moving along with the steps of an indian girl, the gnashing of the cicadas in the evening, mountains shed with a light from the rising sun, temple towers drowning in the fog, recorded with a silent voice over of the echoing mantra, “om, om…”
When I was back to my home in Sweden I was happy that I had my black Moleskine notebook, in which my ashram life experience was recorded. Soon I will share with you my secret notes of Indian ashram, where after one month of mind/body/soul training you get so purified and light, that when you walk in the street you think that you elevate from the ground and take off…