Swamiji
took us to Rishikesh, where at that time yogis still inhabited the caves in the
Himalayan foothills. It was something we
had vaguely heard about – yogis living in caves in the mountains – something
esoteric we had never expected to encounter. The living presence of people who
had given themselves over to a life of contemplation, undistracted by material
desires is India’s ancient heritage, which has sustained it for thousands of
years, despite the centuries of its turbulent history.
After spending time with the yogis of Rishikesh, Swamiji left four of us at Swarg Ashram so we
could spend some time meditating and walking along the Ganges river. We had a little hut of our own, which had a
courtyard, a kitchen and a room where we could sleep. The ashram provided us with a stove, cooking
oil and flour and we purchased whatever we needed in the market, cooking our
own meals to sustain ourselves.
After spending time with the yogis of Rishikesh, Swamiji left four of us at Swarg Ashram so we
could spend some time meditating and walking along the Ganges river. We had a little hut of our own, which had a
courtyard, a kitchen and a room where we could sleep. The ashram provided us with a stove, cooking
oil and flour and we purchased whatever we needed in the market, cooking our
own meals to sustain ourselves.
We came back from Rishikesh and again visited
Ananda Moyi Ma in Delhi without Swamiji.
