Pick up at the alley entrance and hop in rickshaw with my companions and we’re on our way to the satsang with Mooji. We sit in pretty much the same seats as yesterday. Today’s session is quite a bit different. He doesn’t want to hear about “domestic issues”, only people’s struggle with liberation. He calls two different people to the stage, and again he is trying to make clear to people how they can be their essence, in consciousness, if only they look behind….the thing that is always there, and other gentle guidance. I raise my hand and wave it about a bit, feeling like I’m in the elementary school classroom again, but I am not selected. Sunday I am going to try and sit right up near the front. All of the questions seem to be about individual struggle to understand their essence, my question concerns once you are there, and even begin to experience moments of being with the source, or the eternal, what becomes the practice then? Is it to be in the source more often? Is it to go through daily life with the true self, remain unattached and enjoy this particular human experience? I will be content seeking the answers myself, but hope that a one-to-one discussion/questioning could prove most interesting.
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Satsang over, we rickshaw back to town and have a lovely lunch, again, at Ramana’s garden cafe. I stop on the way for my other camera lens, and when I arrive, Kaita and Jackie are sitting with Oinak, a student and resident of the orphanage. He is asking Kaita about the nature and purpose of the business place. Of course I immediately pop out an answer and he says I’m wrong. And I raise an eyebrow at this, until he explains to us that the students must memorize the answers given by the teacher and they are graded at how many of the required words they produce. Hmmmm…Anyway, once he understands my schooling and what I have done for work, I am being bombed with questions, which I am happy to answer and discuss with him. Debi’s satsang:
After lunch, I head back to the hotel and stop at Seventh Heaven B&B for a recommendation on a masseuse/spa. I immediately walk up the road to the spot, and chat with a woman about getting relaxation massage, as well as a consultation with an Ayurvedic doctor on Sunday evening. All set, I have a few moments to chill until the girls and Anup come over to have yoga class in the yoga room at the hotel. The first part was a bit challenging for my back, and the second completely restful (other than the effort I had to make to fence in the side effects from my dal at lunch!), and a lovely way to relax. I change my clothes and we go for a long walk through town and eventually to the bridge where there was a serious Hari Krishna hoedown going one. Crossed the bridge and continued to walk west along the river. You know, we hear or read much about how nasty and polluted the Ganga is, but all of that happens way further down. At this point, it looks like a beautiful, greenish-clear swiftly moving river (you see tourists in rafts on a regular basis). We were planning to go to the local river ceremony (like last night), but end up enjoying chocolate banana samosas
and gas fumes on the balcony of a little cafe called “The Office”, while watching the rain come and go while the might river kept running pass, with the occasional flower offerings and raft float by.
Darkness descends, the rain lets up, and we head to the rickshaw stand. Before long I am putting on my headlamp and walking back into the alley, a left turn up the steep and occasionally flooded pathway and walking into my hotel for a quiet evening before the big day-long trip tomorrow.