Bhartis village

VARANASI ..village travels
it is so hot here now , I think I got sunstroke yesterday in a jeep with 10 people plus driver. I went with sunil , his friend Teetu and his kids happy and puja and a family from a village 2 hours out of varanasi .The fam had been staying at the yoga school.
Was the most crazy day went to this fort from 3000 bc the maharaja times on this hill overlooking the Ganges in the middle of desert like place except occasional palm trees and rocks and dried river beds , this fort had the this deep dungeon where they kept all the captured enemies was so haunting , smelt still of fear and death with erry rats noises and little holes in the roof that was the piazza of the fort , older than anything I felt before except the kimberleys mountain range . This deep hole that was the swimming place for the queens and kings ,men sleeping in the between the older columns.
Next we visited to this most beautiful ashram ,went through the gateway of om signs to see this guru speaking to hundreds of men and women and children all sitted under mango tree and the fruit trees in the ashram were full of fruit , mangos papayas and massive jackfruit. it was the most pristine place. Sunil my yoga teacher had come to hear this man speak , psycho totally estatic that we had made it . There were men in white and peach gowns handing out milk sweets . Was cool but did not understand a thing except when the guru started to cough in the microphone to produce these massive ball of flem that he then coughed into a spit bowl he had next to him every 5 minutes or so..
Later Sunil was explained his teachings ,he had talked about how before you die what you think about often reflects what your next life will be like like if you think of money or things you didnt complete , people you love , your fear etc. that is why mediation is so important to learn to visualise say blue ocean or full moon , your breath or praying priest or laughing buddha or what ever it is so that you can really be conscience to choose before you leave this world so you can reincarnate to becoming a more evolved being towards the cosmic force or whatever ,that you can be on your true path with awareness .
ate green mangoes tangy and sour something so rare in indian city diet in the jeep bollywood dancin all the way to bhaktis village when we arrived at sunset .the man village town had
wedding celebrations drums and stamming feet in the middle of the dusty streets and the water buffalos coming out from under the mango trees as the jeep charged through bhakti village was so beautiful ! mud huts and in the middle of their house opened up into a room with no roof where bhaktis mother and i lyed on this bed frame and she fanned me for like an hour as I dazed in and out of conscienceness absorbed in the heat in me, with the stars coming out above , It was so funny though cause I lay there hindi less and energyless and struggling with myself to let go and just be fanned and be beautiful leiaure lizard and to be given so much affection was totally overwhelmed . you know that feeling of letting someone care for you competely and knowing that to let them you give something back .THen after sweets and chai and lumpy buffalo lassi that tasted so thick and creamy it was almost like really nice cottage cheese bhakti lead me holding my hand through the village with heaps of kids following us through the moon luminated village to everyones house so I could shake hands with them and they could giggle and then make me sit while they stared at me laughing (Im pretty funny round these parts) then to their shiva temple that was the centre of their mandala of garden plots . Bhakti took me to her meet her grandmother around this dark corner of one house to under a belle tree a smallbed with the lady with moonlit eyes as old as anything I had to seen this day next to a small fire where Sunil was telling her a joke . She held my hand . her peaceful pramantis like limbs and white short hair lying in that ricketty bed frame with her toothless smile .