From Fatigue To Fabulous – Day 3

Living in India
While living in India I had the joy of residing in the home of Guruji Keshavadas. He had many visitors seeking his darshan. On a particularly sunny day a gentleman and his wife and teenage children came in hopes of spending a few precious moments with their teacher. Guruji was able to sit with them for a short time and give them his blessings.

Later as we sat together discussing the events of the day he told me their story. A decade earlier this fellow, then a young man, had received a terminal diagnosis. The doctors had given him three month to get his affairs in order.

At that same time he sought out help from his Guru. At that time Guruji had given him the prescription of chanting the Tryambakam mantra over a copper chalice filled with water. After chanting he was to spend time in prayer and meditation. He was to focus on feeling the blessing of healing energy of the Lord Shiva, restoring his body to health. The final instruction was to drink the energized water from the chalice at the end of each session.

Amazingly, twelve years had passed and the man was continuing to enjoy the love of his wife and the joy of sharing in his children’s lives.

~Excerpt from Mantras and Chants from the Holy East
Vedamataji, Pujari (Julie Renee)

Other Blessed Memories
In 1989, I made a sacred pilgrimage to India. While there I participated in an international peace conference. I spoke on peace to an audience largely comprised of the local contingent of Bangalorians there was a good representation of local government officials and also a smattering of dignitaries from other Indian states. As a delegate, I was given the opportunity to address the several hundred attendees on my views of the state of the world and commitment to a world filled with peaceful co-habitation.

From the World Peace conference I began a holy pilgrimage of mother India. I traveled with my friend and teacher Guruji Keshavadas. He was then leading a group of 26 Americans for a 3-week tour of Holy places. It was a magical time. Mystery and mysticism were all around me. I was enveloped with the spiritual expansion of a culture entirely founded on her historical past, a past ripe with tales of gods and goddesses and filled with inspiration, ritual, and instruction for living well on this holy planet.

As I toured through mother India by bus, plane, taxi, rickshaw, and even camel, my spiritual body was filled with epic stories and quaint parables from the Hindu tradition. I learned many Mantras and prayers to assist invoking the aspect of my god self and my transformation towards an awakened enlightened life. I feel so grateful for the months I spent enveloped in the spiritual culture that has blessed me with an expanded version of endless options for living a thoughtful, spiritual life.

As the tour of sacred places drew to a close Guruji, Ramamata (his wonderful wife) and a few devotees headed home to the ashram in Bangalore for additional study and reflection.

The ashram was wild and rustic. It proudly supported one gigantic commode for foreign visitors to use in their cleansing rituals. (There was no real plumbing hooked up, so after using this porcelain throne one would fill several small buckets of water to complete the “flushing ritual.”)

I feel so blessed to have stayed and lived in the home of this amazing couple, to have shared in many private moments of reflection and solace and to have been treated like a revered and honored guest as we traveled from temple to temple and home to home for satsunga and blessings to the thousands of devotees Guruji nurtured and cared for.

Speaker, Author, Master Healer