1 English India Pune

On the plane I sit next to an Indian! I read the "Biography of a Yogi by Paramahansa Yogananda, I'm lucky, the Indian person explains to me a few things from his culture and appreciates my interest in Indian culture.
"You know, India has to give something to the West" he says, not without a little pride of his culture. All the spiritual dimensions of this culture are still a mystery for me. I live in the Maya, the eternal coming and going of the manifestations of this world. Behind this veil (Maya), there is another world!?
We in the West do know the mind and the subconscious. Through the monopol of the Catholic Church, access to the conscious mind is very limited, and for me almost impossible.
For church fanatics among you esteemed readers, it may perhaps be a way. But I have renounced, so I leave you your freedom and I think we are living in an environment of freedom of belief! I think that this is exactly what India have to give to us, when we let, a personal approach to spirituality and faith.
Techniques and methods that allow to scrap of the imprints of our entire society, what I have accumulated, but it is work, so it is not very pleasant.
Whether God exists or not, what name he has, is that really important?
My seat neighbour on the plane spoke of humanity, which is valid for all humanity!
As far as I'm on this path, I do not know, but I'm going, even though in my knee always remains a pain.

I beg of you readers of these lines for a favor, please do not think much about these lines, because I can feel your thoughts and would therefore more easily distracted by the here and now in India. I am pleased, however, if I may give you a little insight from my eyes in this country. Who wants to know who is to read the above mentioned book from Pramahansa.

What a country!?

The air is damp and humidity feels like a mixture of water vapour and dust, between the fingers you can feel a slight film of this.
I'm lucky, I meet an Italian woman at the airport, which also wants to go to Pune. We charter a taxi, it starts to Pune. First we run over a red traffic light, the cyclists are sent to the side with the horn blowing.
The night goes into the twilight and the city of Mumbai comes to life, rickshaws, buses and roads are too small for the traffic.
On the outskirts of the city, factories appear, smoke is rising, these factories are big.

In Pune, I get out, first I go to the public toilets, it's just a hole in the concrete floor. I look around, pigs rummage in the waste and obviously feel comfortable.

The river is filled with floating aquatic plants. Vultures and a variety of birds awake in the morning sun. Rickshaws roar by with their two-stroke engines.
When I see the sugar cane juice seller, my stomach turns a little bit.

I spend the first few days at the ashram of Osho, a controversial enlightened master from the last century. His goal was to erase the conditions which society put on us.
He has created and developed different methods of meditation. More on www.osho.com.

I was most impressed by the Dynamic Meditation, rapid breathing through the nose, the stomach takes it emotions high. Controlled madness helps bring the unconscious to daylight.
There is a lot of Dance to express this feelings and the music for it is simply good and suitable.

What I liked very much, was the Kundalini meditation.
My shoulder was liberated. There was a crack in my spine and I felt better, I saw black for 5 seconds.

It is also a shock, when I eat at the restaurant and the rest of the food, which is normally for the dog of the house, I have to give to a beggar on the street. It runs down cold on my shoulder. What is the difference between a beggar and a dog?

I'm lucky and can continue on with a friend from the ashram immediately to Goa. I lie on the beach, have fun and enjoy life.
Goa, holds what is known only from stories.

In the evening, people are drumming, say goodbye to the setting sun and have fun. Many do Yoga on the beach, others meditate, everyone has fun in the sun!


All the best greetings from Paradise.