Not, two, not two, not two
Come Home to One
It is Satsang because you are with me, and it's a vacation because it is a time off from your day to day life on auto-pilot and, it is jolly and fun. Vacation also because it is idyllic, beautiful countryside far from the civilised world.
It is an initiation into ease and flow, spontaneous heart-connection and a movement towards your Real self.
Almost all past attendees have told me that being with me is not for the faint of heart. I am a dangerous friend.
While your being is irresistibly drawn to me, your false identity can feel terrified. However, you will find that fire only burns the impurities, never pure Gold.
When You and I meet, sheer magic happens. That magic is Satsang
It is nothing like a spiritual retreat!
There is no mention of meditation, contemplation, breathing, yoga, kirtan or anything remotely spiritual. Being with me in a state of open and receptive heart, you become aware of the construct of the conditioned mind created by the hypnotic suggestion right from the moment of birth. It starts to crack. You essentially come to unlearn the familiar and learn the unfamiliar.
The pain, tears, sorrow resistance usually arise like a Tsunami, coaxing you to fully engage with what is running your life from the basement.
By the third day, the raging storms pass, if you haven't run away already!
You start getting into the swing as your heart opens, and you start enjoying the joyride. By the time you leave, you feel differently than ever before-a light and unburdened you, almost empty of spiritual concepts, personal understandings, experiences, and all self wrapped heady stuff.
There is no teaching; it's only my presence. There is no 'my' presence but pure presence. Those who can have a heart connection with me feel that it is a beautiful joyride from the start. We cook, eat, laugh, lounge around, watch films or whatever else wants to happen while meltdowns, tears, energetic shifts, relief, keep finding space and time to occur.
Satsang changes the basics of how you live your life, how you think and relate to people
within your family. Satsang is without exception an Earth-shattering happening.
Drop merges into the Ocean
Ocean too merges into the drop
Blessed is the drop that aches to live as the ocean.
The ocean summons you,
Ocean seeks you too
o little drop.
Its your turn