The Beloved has gone on a journey to India, and some fortunate ones were blessed with the opportunity to join him on this magical adventure.
Our first destination was the land of the maharajas – Rajasthan – where Vasant Maharaj gave us a taste of the royal India… the beautiful palaces, the heaven-like gardens, the sacred temples… all illuminated by the graciousness of his presence, giving us a glimpse and remembrance of the true Royal path.
Now we are in Manali, at the foot of the Himalayas. This was the first place Swaha came to when he first arrived in India. It was also the place where Osho gave his first sannyas. After Osho left his body, the Beloved felt a strong pull to come back to this place. Here in these mountains he also traveled with his enlightened friends – Giridhar, Samdarshi, and even Papaji came to visit.
For thousands of years, saints, mystics and yogis have always been drawn to the Himalayas. For the meditators and those with a longing in the heart, the fragrance of the sacred is always in the air.
Today, most people in the world have forgotten the sacred. But walking here, breathing here, and especially being here with the Beloved – this sacredness is felt. We can feel the soul, the spirit of all the longing, all the beauty, all the truthful hearts that have been walking this path before us. The remembrance and the sacredness is soaked in the trees, in the rivers and in the mountains.
We are walking in the footsteps of the gods, in the footsteps of our Beloved Master. Still, this pathless path is always new. It is ancient and it is new.
In the end – it is not about a journey to India. It is the grace to have seen his face, to have been reminded. The blessing that he has opened our eyes to see that the mystery is real, it’s now. The magic of the full moon, the sacredness that is everywhere – no matter where we are.
We are living the mystery now. Eternally grateful.