sacred-geometry

This is a long experience to attempt to express. I say “attempt” because ultimately it is inexpressible.

Once upon a time, the writer got his wish to travel to India in 1993, to go to his Guru’s ashram near Bangalore. He had been helped to save enough funds for the trip, and to buy an instamatic camera too.

During the stay in the ashram, he was asked if he would like to travel by car to Puttaparthi with some other men and do some community service in the bookshop, which he agreed with.

Due to this ashram being closed, as the Guru was still in the Whitefield ashram, he was able each morning to go to morning meditation inside the Mandir. While in the deepest meditation one morning, consciousness heard a slow punctuated voice going….

“You…….are………my……..instrument.”

This was most startling to him and was a complete surprise. The tone and quality of the voice was never forgotten.

Later, next year in 1994, an event occurred which followed on from that. The writer had for about a year praying for an “innerview”. Most people going to the ashram look to getting an “interview”, but I was told that much more important was the “Innerview”.

TBC.