Story time: Let us hear about your one month stay in Jodhpur. How nice! I remember reading you rode a bicycle to the Centre

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Here is the little story of Jodhpur in a “nutshell.”

That is the place where I started my change in “careers,” towards the healing arts.
After going to Madhuban, I took a bus to Jodhpur. Didn’t know anyone there, but I contacted someone in a school of acupressure in Jodhpur. My decision to go there was based on proximity to Madhuban as well as economical resources.

This young fellow who luckily spoke English received me at the bus station of Jodhpur. I rented a room in the institute with access to a small kitchen. Very few people spoke English.
This is the first time that I had an experience of “real India.” 🙂 It is quite an experience especially if you are following your BK time table. It was the first time that I felt difficulties staying awake for amrit vela. The vibrations were one of the most dense I’ve ever felt.

Madhuban is really easy to meditate in due to the great vibes. The USA is mostly easy as well; in my home country’s capital, Lima; the vibes are dense, but nothing like Jodphur.
I experienced the Muslim “wake up call” for praying with megaphones at 5 AM. Experienced the mosquitoes everywhere, the roaches coming to “visit me” regularly and the under nourished street lame dogs walking by.

I remember the main street. It was an experience in itself. Never saw a bi-directional road full with cars, bikes, bicycles, cows, donkeys, sheep, camels, dogs and people all in the same place making their own way, however they could go in both directions. No traffic lights, of course. The amazing thing is that when 2 cars /motor bikes were about to collide, both drivers looked at each other’s eyes and one of them moved out of the way. No words exchanged. No one screaming. No gestures with fingers. Just lots of noises from vehicle’s horns; but things were cool!
That is something that so called “First world countries,” should learn. Just maintain your cool even if a cow crosses your path. 🙂

I also witnessed that the less “culture” someone had; the happier they seemed to be. Simplicity goes along with happiness.

I got into a public bus one time, and everyone looked at me as if I was from another planet! They just kept looking at me the whole way to one of the BK centers. From that point on I got a bicycle from my host and I would ride everywhere on the bike. Even though, it may look dangerous, I was used to it. I had practiced that in my home country, going between cars and jumping through sidewalks….only here there were more “objects” to look out for…and no sidewalks!

There were 2 BK centers. I rode the bike to both. No one spoke English, so for a couple of days it was just me reading the avyakt Murlis I brought with me and just the vibes of the centers to meditate.

They offered me a chair to sit down. Most everyone else sat on the floor. Murli started at 8 AM, and they had lots of people there. After a couple of days, a BK soul who knew English showed up. We became friends. He would translate the Murli for me while he was reading in Hindi. (I found him in Shantivan last year and here is the pic.)

He had a motorcycle and he took me to some places with his motorcycle. It is the closest that I have been to cars in motion while in a vehicle, surrounded by the noise of horns everywhere.
One interesting incident is when I wanted to get some money out of an ATM.

Many people where in the queue and that was no queue at all, but everyone was around you! They literally saw everyone’s “secret codes,” and there was no way to stop them from looking even though I tried my best…Their sense of “personal space” is almost “no personal space at all.”

I went to the store by myself. The guys from the neighborhood came closer to me as if I was some “star,” as a matter of fact, sometimes it felt as if they liked me, so no problem. I cooked my own meals in my own pots with my own ingredients, even though it was mostly the same thing for days….

Also getting used to drinking water was another adventure. I had a mild fever for drinking the water from a water purifier system!

Rode the bike to the stadium and watched most practicing pranayamas and hatha yoga. Very few would run laps. I was one of them…then I did pranayamas with a group of people before Murli.

While practicing acupressure I went to the “Ashta bawhan” (sort of like a clinic) to practice my skills on people. Hygiene was very low as well as poor sanitary conditions, but a good experience nevertheless on “survival.” Riding the bicycle at night, is not recommended unless you are a “dare devil,” but that was the way to get home; I was glad to be alive, every time I made it home. 🙂

Jodhpur is the first place that I saw the sun being red in the afternoon. A big red ball of red fire. Very nice….After my studies concluded I went back to Madhuban to “gain some weight,” and to be pampered at “home,” with the nice vibes, food and people.

Overall I learned to survive by myself. To be resourceful. To have confidence in the Drama and to feel the “protection” from the “Higher being from up above.” 🙂


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