Who is in my Temple?

After dishes I trudge to the Temple on my new snow-boots. I sit by myself in the dark. While singing “Who is in my temple”, I realize this is the home of Swami Radha. One of the few women to start an ashram, it is her teachings that we learn. What I can gather from the books and stories, she was pretty amazing. And right before her death, she indicated that she would soon come to live in the temple on a permanent base. 

While enjoying the temple's great acoustics I become aware of light in front of me. Swami Radha beams at me, wrapped in light. Despite feeling a warm glow I cannot help but cry.  She explains how my tears can help dispell negativity. I am glued to the floor. Her presence is so strong I would put rose-petals at her feet (like they do in spiritual songs), if only I had some. She laughs and tells me not to put petals at her feet. “I am only a vessel. Embrace the light instead.” I sit with her in radiant calm.

Of course I have read the articles. Of course I know that chanting & meditation can bring about an altered state of mind. A state in which you are likely to see and experience what lies beyond the everyday realm. There are places in the brain that need but a little tickle, to experience pure bliss. I know all that.

Still I cannot help but smile, whenever I am reminded of her. And this being her ashram, I smile quite a bit, brain-chemicals or not.

 

Who is in my Temple (2x)

All the doors do open themselves, all the lights do light themselves

Darkness like a dark bird, flies away oh flies away (2x)