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“Damian, aren’t you eating? Are you sick?” my brother had a shocked look on her face.
This was the first time he had seen me in over 2 years. He had just got off a plane from Delhi to visit me in Bhubaneswar
I survived 7 years of living a saintlife -like existence in ashrams in India. I am still traumatized from living on minimal food, 6 hours of sleep a night (3.30am starts), the oppressive heat (and cold), my body constantly covered in misquote bites, in a hospital on a drip, no familiar faces and living at mercy of the guru.
These 3 short stories from my years living with swami’s (Indian monks) give learnings on how to live with ease and happiness.
Rich swami
Rishikesh is the spiritual capital of India. It’s packed with ashrams. All the wealthy gurus are here.
I had been living at the Swami Dayananda Ashram in Rishikesh, India for 2 years. I was studying Advaita Vedanta (a school of Indian philosophy) and Sanskrit.
There were always lots of swami’s from around India visiting the ashram. I would keep my eye out for the special ones — pure in nature and willing to impart helpful knowledge.
Once in a while, I would find one.
“If you pile up books on a table but the legs of the table are not strong. What will happen Damian?” asked Swami Brahmavidyananda, in a thick Tamil accent. I thought he was asking a trick question because the answer was so obvious.
I nervously grinned like a dumb teenager.
He looked at me like I was a simpleton.
“Won’t it collapse Damian?” he gently said.
“Yes”
“I have seen over many decades now young people study the highest spiritual knowledge India has to offer but it doesn’t work. They are emotionally immature, so they are unable to digest these subtle teachings.”
I was studying a non-dual Indian philosophy. Considered to be the highest philosophical knowledge. However before I left to go to Bhubaneswar, I was getting angry at my brother for trivial things.
My faith Vagbat Geeta..
JaiHind.. 🇮🇳 JaiBharat..
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