Back in India Once Again
I’m back in India and while I am as in love with India as ever, I notice I am looking with a sense of new eyes.
This is a good thing. I’m checking things more thoroughly than before. I’m anticipating anything that could possibly go wrong and putting into place alternatives for “just in case” scenarios.
I feel good to do this even though I choose to operate in positive intention rather than doomsday saying, “What if…?” and “What if…?” Yet I can see that it is a necessity as an alternative to getting fucked if something possibly goes wrong.
I can hardly blame myself because that is exactly what happened last year and even when I think the thing done and complete another layer surfaces to remind me.
Hey, don’t get me wrong. I have so grown as a result. I have let go of all the attachment and grown. And then even so attachment still comes up from time to time to bite me or haunt me. Oh well, I can embrace this too.
So, I find myself excited, scared, ecstatic – all of it – to be in India once again. I did not/would not let last year's experience stop me. I’m taking my chances with the tour with people I don’t know and people I do know. Should be interesting at least and exhilarating at best.
I am looking forward to every moment yet with a different take, a more aware take, a more “take charge” attitude having found out that not everyone can hang in India. Not everyone can surrender to the “mother” no matter how enlightened or how much work they have done on themselves. India will steam roll people and troll for surrendered survivors. Yes, she will.
And so for the last few years I have been the cause and source of such a process. And I plan to continue this no matter what.
What a great thing it turns out to be! It causes me to examine every inch of myself. Every inch!!!
This is a good thing. I’m checking things more thoroughly than before. I’m anticipating anything that could possibly go wrong and putting into place alternatives for “just in case” scenarios.
I feel good to do this even though I choose to operate in positive intention rather than doomsday saying, “What if…?” and “What if…?” Yet I can see that it is a necessity as an alternative to getting fucked if something possibly goes wrong.
I can hardly blame myself because that is exactly what happened last year and even when I think the thing done and complete another layer surfaces to remind me.
Hey, don’t get me wrong. I have so grown as a result. I have let go of all the attachment and grown. And then even so attachment still comes up from time to time to bite me or haunt me. Oh well, I can embrace this too.
So, I find myself excited, scared, ecstatic – all of it – to be in India once again. I did not/would not let last year's experience stop me. I’m taking my chances with the tour with people I don’t know and people I do know. Should be interesting at least and exhilarating at best.
I am looking forward to every moment yet with a different take, a more aware take, a more “take charge” attitude having found out that not everyone can hang in India. Not everyone can surrender to the “mother” no matter how enlightened or how much work they have done on themselves. India will steam roll people and troll for surrendered survivors. Yes, she will.
And so for the last few years I have been the cause and source of such a process. And I plan to continue this no matter what.
What a great thing it turns out to be! It causes me to examine every inch of myself. Every inch!!!

