posted on January 7th, 2015 | in Musings, News, Travel

An Indian Winter

 

Jodhpur, India

 

Spending three weeks in India just before Christmas felt wonderfully otherworldly.

 

First there were all the Christmassy goings-on here, with the days dark and wintry and jolly Christmas lights appearing and then we whisked off to bright sun and multi coloured saris (in Rajasthan) and honking cars and palaces and forts and elephants and camels and dolphins.

 

india

 

India always seems to reach right into my entrails; not as unpleasant as that analogy suggests. I mean that there is something so powerfully pervasive, right into my soul. There is always a spiritual experience along the way, even when least expected.

 

This time was no exception. For me, India oozes magnificent multi layered messages all at once; the charming trader who can sweet -talk you into buying not one, not two  but several scarves etc.; the smiling driver who nods emphatically that he knows where to go (two hours later after stopping to ask the directions several times you reach there and he is quite unabashed smiling happily that we have got there); the constant  bustle; the curiosity… “You are Scottish, did you vote for independence?”

 

Somehow the energy of all of this seeps through …. but then there is the spiritual ancient energy of India which accompanies, or is the carrier, of all this. Subtly one is touched and the message received; we are here not only as individuals but as sharers in each others’ fortunes.

 

Rajasthan, India

 

Down at the very tip of India is a tiny rock  island standing a five minute ferry ride away from the mainland. There is a statue built on a rock next to it. This is a statue of Swami Vivekananda, spiritual teacher and philosopher (1863-1902). He meditated for three days and nights on the rock  island and reached enlightenment.

 

swami vivekananda

 

As I stood at this place (it is surrounded by railings) I felt myself become very peaceful and as if  any wrinkles in my mind were being ironed flat. Apparently he was a very practical teacher who believed that religion was” the science of consciousness” and he thought it important to help all (especially the poor) to discover their own confidence about being more than just flesh and bone.

 

Interestingly, there is a meditation room here at the rock, and when the Tsunami hit this part of the coast all those in the meditation room were saved, even though the wave had swept over the island and had reached up to the neck of the statue next to the rock. Little places of miracles abound in India.

 

On my final evening I was the surprised recipient of a very special connection with a saddhu, through some friends. It will suffice to say that as a result of this I feel hugely appreciative of the help which human beings can sometimes give to and receive from each other.

 




2 Comments
  1. YONKS - January 21, 2015

    A wonderful post Cassandra and I can empathise completely with your connection with this ancient land. As I started reading it brought an incredible urge to go to my own spiritual home, the Colorado Rockies. Although devoid of human interaction there, the vastness of the mountains bring about that same emotion. Thank you for sharing your insights, always a pleasure to stop by.
    Di

  2. Cassandra Struthers - January 23, 2015

    Thank you Di. You remind me of the pleasure Mary Summer Rain’ s books gave me . I think that was the Rockies where she learned from her encounters with No Eyes, learning from nature.
    Happy Roaming
    Cassandra

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