Wednesday November 25, 2009 5:45 am
When I came to Ananda Sabha to do yoga I met a little surprise. The ashramite and bramacharya yoga was already going on. They got them to move though, and now we are going in the hall. [Basically the residents do their yoga in a different hall normally, but they were doing it in ours.]
5:50 am
Last night I got a stomach upset over the fact I can not go. I still have it this morning, but I have a few techniques to get rid of it, so I will now proceed to try some of them.
9:03 am
Well Swamiji/ spontaneity. Now it looks as if we are going to go to Salem. Bhakta Swami said tell him AFTER lunch, so we will see. Also he told me to make Swamiji a hat, or ear muffs. I think I will. Now we are back in (you guessed it!) Ananda Sabha.
3:30 pm
Well I went to the Banyan tree for a while and now I feel great. We are supposed to start our next session, but Ma Maneesha is simply chatin' away. Swamiji left for Salem already, OK I'll write later.
Thursday November 26, 2009 Late Morning
We left the Ashram at 8:00 this morning. About half the group went and we piled our luggage and ourselves into one luxury bus and one van. I am sitting with Amrita and my bunk-bed partner who's name I still can't remember. [I know that's probably bad, but we never spent anytime at our dorms.] Our row is two from the very back of the bus, so we are getting some of the worst bumps, and rocking. In other words please excuse my terrible handwriting.
We have left the state of Karnatika where the Ashram is, and have moved into Tamil Nadu. Oh I just remembered her name, Arpana, that's it. The countryside is beautiful, palm, and other tropical trees cluster along the road and dot the fields. Herds of sheep and goats graze along the roadsides as well as a cow or two. In the distance large hillocks can be seen. Everything around us is thick, lush, and green. On the bus itself all the windows are open (air-conditioning is unheard of, even on luxury buses.) The seats are cushioned and especially built to lean back comfortably and sleep. At the beginning of the ride Amrita took my camera (her's broke) and took many pictures of people on the bus. [after a certain... incident those all got deleted.]
Later
Earlier we stopped at a shop that had relatively clean toilets (for India) and sold food and drinks. Pretty much just snack foods though. OK the thing is that India, on a regular basis, does not use toilet paper, they just keep a bucket of water with a scoop next to the toilet. The other thing is there are many people from the US and Canada who have never experienced this, so lets of toilet paper was brought and when we reached the shop was passed out to us. Also we went into the store and got snacks and drinks. I got a bottled drink that tastes like 7-up, but not a bubbly and sweet. It tastes more like real lemon. Mom got some cashews dipped in a spicy batter. After getting back on the bus I feel asleep for who knows how long.
Afternoon
We reached Salem, and went to a devotee's apartment for lunch and a bathroom stop, and are now getting on the bus for ten more kilometers, which should take half an hour. We kept making jokes in the apartment like how many LBE undergrads can you fit in a apartment. This may not seem funny, but if you had seen the room we squished into, and all the places we perched on and fit under [you would too.] Now we are back on the bus.
Evening
Me, along with a couple thousand (that is not an exaggeration) are sitting on thin mats covering the bare earth in a huge (and by that I mean REALLY big)[....]
Friday November 27, 2009 8:00 am
Last night we finished the day's last session at 11:00 pm, then walked to our privet eating hall (thank you Swamiji!) He came here yesterday, well actually two days ago, to oversee our (us LBE undergrads) personal stuff. We ate a simple meal of idle, sambar, chutney, lemon rice, tomato soup (Indian style), and a delicious sweet. As soon as we finished eating we got on the bus and drove around an hour to get to the college hostel where we were staying. Once there, it was about one in the morning, we were exhausted and simply dragged our bags up two flights of stairs, filed into rooms along the hall, then the trouble started. Some beds had been made, but many of the bunk beds (made from cold hard metal) had nothing on them. Thankfully there were a few thin mattresses and pillows in a corner and so we finally settled down. The power blew out, so the night was hot, but I personally was OK. One funny thing that happened is that a woman named Jenna did not know how to use Indian toilets, and Amrita ended up giving a whole talk about it, although it involved much giggling, covering eyes, and "why am I doing this?!" then Amrita has to give a demonstration on what to do with your sari if you had to wear on. I got a series of pictures of that. OK besides technical stuff, here is some more interesting stuff. OK first my new nickname is Ducky. The reason? Even though my real mom is here Amrita is more suited to take care of me on this trip. I guess I don't really know the reason, I just said that. All I know is that Amrita is not to let me out of her sight, and I have to follow her everywhere, like a little duckling, hence the nickname. OK second point of interest, Ma Maneesha is really taking care of us, taking us to the washroom (toilet), making sure we are eating enough, and that the food is not too spicy, checking we are all comfortable in our rooms etc. So now we are all saying she is our mother, we keep saying things like Ma Mommy! and also "Ma, how does it feel to 110 kids?" This morning after asking this question ma said "I never wanted to have one!" then we said when the IA (Inner Awakening) people come (there program, which is 21 days is starting on Tuesday, I think. We will do it as well.) "Will they be your children too?" Now there are suppoesed to be 350 people coming and Ma's reply was to place her hands in prayer position and utter "God, no!"
Last thing. Swamiji is doing the program in his native language of Tamil, obviously most of us don't speak Tamil, so we have special live translation [yes I know, I already wrote this...]. Basically we who can't understand wear headsets that are all attached to a cord which is attached to a microphone, which is used by the person translating. So the thing is we did a special intense meditation in which we die. Like we literally go through the experience of death. Unfortunately all our headsets stopped working halfway through, so we only half died. I feel like I lost the proper feeling NSP is to work through and clean the seven energy layers, and one of the first things is to get over a fear of death.